Quotes About Living

We talked and talked, strolling to the soundtrack of the waves breaking on the shore at Santa Monica beach, where I was living.

The major stumbling block for coping well with our conflicts in living with each other is set up when we interfere with another person's decision-making process, when we routinely manipulate our fellow man's wants by making him feel anxiously threatened, guilty, or ignorant.

The very names we use to describe ancient ideas or vanished forms of social organization would be quite meaningless if we had not known living men.

In contrast, historical time is a concrete and living reality with an irreversible onward rush. It is the very plasma in which events are immersed, and the field within which they become intelligible.

it is impossible for our life to be put on hold, for whatever is happening in the moment is our life.

Ce qui est important, c'est de prendre une décision, affirma-t-il. - Quelle décision ? - Celle qui vous permettra de vivre au présent au lieu de vous demander de quoi sera constitué l'avenir.

So he'll realize that preaching vainly won't make him one of the good guys. So he'll stop thinking and instead stir up trouble as long as he's able; so he'll stop being rebellious and start revolutionizing his world; and above all, so he'll go out and start living!

Sometimes our impulses and desires make us feel powerless. But part of the art of living is knowing how to fight that feeling; because when we're powerless, we get frightened, and then we lose our grip on our intelligence, our common sense, and we become weak.

I find myself agreeing with Goethe, who when told he too worked excessively, replied that he had all eternity to rest. Eternity is unavoidable, but until it embraces me, I shall keep myself fully consumed with living.

I like living, breathing better than working...my art is that of living. Each second, each breath is a work which is inscribed nowhere, which is neither visual nor cerebral, it's a sort of constant euphoria.

The whole art of living is to regard people who cause us suffering as, in a degree, enabling us to accept its divine form and thus to populate our daily life with divinities.

Words do not change their meaning over the centuries as much as names do for us in the space of a few years. Our memories and our hearts are not large enough to remain faithful. We do not have enough room, in our present mental space, to keep the dead alongside the living. We are obliged to build on top of what has gone before and is unearthed only by a chance excavation, like the one just opened up by the name Saintrailles.

There is probably no one, however rigid his virtue, who is not liable to find himself, by the complexity of circumstances, living at close quarters with the very vice which he himself has been most outspoken in condemning

but then the memory—not yet of the place in which I was, but of various other places where I had lived and might now very possibly be—would come like a rope let down from heaven to draw me up out of the abyss of not-being, from which I could never have escaped by myself:

Nothing more celestial can I conceive. How gently the winds blow! Scarce can these tranquil air-currents be called winds. They seem the very breath of Nature, whispering peace to every living thing.

I say, then, that mortification is the work of believers, and believers only. To kill sin is the work of living men; where men are dead (as all unbelievers, the best of them, are dead), sin is alive, and will live. 2.

Do you mortify; do you make it your daily work; be always at it whilst you live; cease not a day from this work; be killing sin or it will be killing you. Your being dead with Christ virtually, your being quickened with him, will not excuse you from this work. And our Saviour tells us how his Father deals with every branch in him that beareth fruit, every true and living branch. He purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.

You could say our new colonies live off the bodies of the dead. Only they're not really the bodies of the dead. They're just the cast-off bodies of the living.

No one thinks of it as an epidemic. It's just the cost of doing business. The cost of living our lives. Haden's syndrome has become that now. A chronic disease of our nation, and of the planet.

Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.

Go through the motions, Adam." "What motions?" "Act out being alive, like a play. And after a while, a long while, it will be true.

The tide goes out imperceptibly. The boulders show and seem to rise up and the ocean recedes leaving little pools, leaving wet weed and moss and sponge, iridescence and brown and blue and China red. On the bottoms lie the incredible refuse of the sea, shells broken and chipped and bits of skeleton, claws, the whole sea bottom a fantastic cemetery on which the living scamper and scramble.

I see too many men delay their exits with a sickly slow reluctance to leave the stage. It's bad theater as well as bad living