life-and-living

You never know until you give something your best and keep working at it. Follow your dreams no matter what

How do you know who are? You have been told how to think, what to study and what's right and wrong your entire life. Well it's not your life until you start being you. Think, work it out for yourself.

Sorry! But I'm not a game played when ever you want to play it!

Never stop dreaming or reading.

A life is like a book of many chapters and topics. Which Chapter are is your life?

Sweetie, you don't need to drive me to the brink of insanity... I'm close enough to walk!

Who knows until we experience it? I think that heaven and reincarnation are both ways of making us feel better about what happens to people's souls after death. I hope at least one of them is true.

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

Your life is far too valuable to be wasted on the life that everyone else is choosing.

_ one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back _ that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a One Way Street.

He could feel himself gliding down like the sail of a weightless craft, forever plunging into the great beyond below where mermaids sing and summon their lovers home, further down into the depths of some complacent serenity, further down where thoughts float away and never return and the lightness is so grand that there is no other worldly place imaginable, for there is no world left to beconsidered. There is only the soul, free from the prison of the body, and it is released to travelanother millennium through time, carrying with it the progress and industry gathered from themind previously occupied.

He accepted the deformity which had made life so hard for him; he knew that it had warped his character, but no he saw also that by reason of it he had acquired that power of introspection which had given him so much delight. Without it he would never have had his keen appreciation of beauty, his passion for art and literature, and his interest in the varied spectacle of life. [_] Then he saw that normal was the rarest thing in the world. Everyone had some defect of body or of mind [_] The only reasonable thing was to accept the good of men and be patient with their faults.

Growing up is the dumbest thing I ever wanted to rush into.

Life even at its tiniest molecule is impermanent, transient, unsure and fickle. We try to make it worthwhile not by adding value to it but by improving our social perception, seeking validation in our interactional circles. Life cannot be valued for in the end, rich or poor, smart or dumb, popular or hermit, we are nothing but dust, vapor, blurry memories that eventually are soon forgotten.

The Abbe Paul looked at Agnes rather as Alain had, with respect. 'How sensible. People are desperate to probe mysteries which for the most part are best left unprobed. It is the modern curse: this demented drive to explain every blessed thing. Not everything can be explained. Nor should be, I think.

With two teenagers in the house, we sometimes experience a degree of domestic turbulence that sounds, to my ear, like a boiling teakettle filled with hormones shrieking on a stove.

Life without faith, is like an empty beautiful chocolate box!

Caught between life and death, I clung to life.