Oh! Death! You are the savior of life. You are the shelter of life. You are the destination of life. You are the beginning and the end of life. You are the center of the circle of life.
Life is a choice. Your choices each day determine what outcomes happen in your life. It is by choice, not by chance, that will determine your life. An Unstoppable Life begins by taking responsibility for your choices.
To have a public life, you still have the right to a private life.
Work controls my life, writing controls my life, performing controls my life.
Live life to the fullest, and focus on the positive.
Love is for life. Life is for love. Without love there is no life. Without life love is not alive.
Without grievability, there is no life, or, rather, there is something living that is other than life. Instead, "there is a life that will never have been lived," sustained by no regard, no testimony, and ungrieved when lost. The apprehension of grie...
THE GOOD LIFE requires that we take pleasure in new things; A GOOD LIFE requires that we take pleasure in moments. To enjoy THE GOOD LIFE we have to get ahead; to enjoy A GOOD LIFE we have to make the trip worthwhile. THE GOOD LIFE is supported by fe...
As each situation in life represents a challenge to man and presents a problem for him to solve, the question of the meaning of life may actually be reversed. Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather he must recogniz...
Don’t live life as a spectator. Always examine life: Espouse new ideas, long for new things, constantly discovering new interests, escaping from boring routines. Engage life with enthusiasm; grasping life aggressively and squeezing from it every dr...
A contented ass enjoys a long life.
Life is a temporary stop, death is the journey home.
(A) trip to the attic is an excursion into history, and...all over the world the present unravels beneath the stored detritus of the past; that's what attics are for.
There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.
The terror takes you. The cage is locked and the curtain drawn. Fingers dance along as blades, carving memories into your flesh that will leave scars long past being healed.
I don't want you to have to handle it. That's the horror of my past. But you...you're the reality of my present. You're the proof I survived. The prize in the cereal box.
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years.
If you see an old man talking to himself, he might not be a fool or crazy. He might be sharing a conversation with the past, warmed by a memory he need not reveal.
Paris is a place in which we can forget ourselves, reinvent, expunge the dead weight of our past.
The worst thing that colonialism did was to cloud our view of our past.
