Quotes About Living

maybe part of being a good dad is allowing yourself the full range of human emotions, of really living, even if living fully can sometimes be harder than not.

but maybe part of being a good dad is allowing yourself the full range of human emotions, of really living, even if living fully can sometimes be harder than not.

she added, I'd still have to answer to insurance companies with their time-consuming mounds of paperwork, which would take me away from patient care. Has it really come to this? I thought. Writing as a way to support a living as a doctor? Didn't it used to be the other way around?

I try to wrap my mind around this paradox: self-sabotage as a form of control. If I screw up my life, I can engineer my own death rather than have it happen to me. If I stay in a doomed relationship, if I mess up my career, if I hide in fear instead of facing what's wrong with my body, I can create a living death — but one where I call the shots.

You only live once, right? Not true, Quinn said, you live every day. You only die once.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.

Here had lived someone else who knew that the only thing waiting at home was a sense of loneliness. Sometimes it is comforting. Most often, it isn't.

Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful—but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living.

With a sense of humor like that, you could make a living as a garbage man anywhere in the country.

Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful—but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living. It made everything else mean more; beauty was more pure, more bright, pleasure more full and complete, laughter deeper, more satisfying—and contentment more perfect, more peaceful.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living.

Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it. Pain is a part of life.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.

You didn't mention that at breakfast." "We're doing battle with the living dead, Murph. Expect the occasional curveball.

There's no cold like the cold of dark water. It's . . . almost a predator, a living thing, and you can feel it ripping the heat out of you the instant you're immersed in it.

Our physical body knows it cannot function without physical water. So, too, our spiritual life should realize that it can't function without the living water of Gods Word.

The promised return of Christ should motivate you toward daily holy living.

Perhaps this is because, as suspicious researchers have observed, more people are making a living off cancer than dying from it.

the human race was dying out Noone left to scream n shout People living on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Ship of Fools

I'm growing older but not up, my metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck. Let the hands of time blow over my head, I'd rather die while I'm living, then live while I'm dead...

We were not having any fun, he had recently begun pointing out. I would take exception (didn't we do this, didn't we do that) but I had also known what he meant. He meant doing things not because we were expected to do them or had always done them or should do them but because we wanted to do them. He meant wanting. He meant living.

More than anyone else in the society, these men had apparently dreamed the dream and made it work. And what they did then was to build a place which seems to illustrate, as in a child's primer, that the production ethic led step by step to unhappiness, to restrictiveness, to entrapment in the mechanics of living.

She trusted her instincts; she trusted those dear to her; she trusted her emotions and her passions. She drank deep, you could see that; she squeezed every drop of living out of all the elements that mattered to her. It made her careless sometimes, of course it did, but it was a wonderfully rich and rapt way to be.