life-and-living

Always have a passion in your life.

Life is so much richer, so very much more meaningful, if you plant yourself in a place that will nourish you.

I do believe that some humans have more amazing lives than others__bove all, those who don__ sit down in a chair like mere spectators letting their lives happen in front of them, but they take risks as heroes do, experiencing, living, becoming the main character__ut no matter what, we all have at least one story to tell.

When the things you love exist only inside your memory they cannot be destroyed or taken from you.

How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!

There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.

It feels good to know that if I died tomorrow I would have absolutely no regrets about things I wanted to do in life but did not try.

[T]he merciful adjustment which nature makes when what cannot be cured must be endured.

I__l try just putting one foot in front of the other, and walk a step at a time without rushing. So I can burn the path into my memory while I can still see it. So that when all this is over, I can find my way back. Because I intend to come back. Hopefully with all of us together.

In order for us to begin something we have to start.

It couldn't be an all-bad world, could it, not with birds who warble and call? Maybe that was the secret - to find the few things that made life just a fraction better, and to focus on those. Bird warbles. Peach fuzz. Puppies barking as if they're full grown dogs. Nothing great, certainly nothing to justify the rest of it, but enough to keep you going.

Policeman says, "Son you can't stay here"I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snowsIf she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

Some people may like you, and some people may not, keep living your life dreams, you will succeed!

The pristine virtue is nothing but absolute absurdity, utter obscurity and sheer imbecility.

Memory is a barricade against forgetting; light is a bulwark against darkness; life is a flex against the stillness of the grave. Maybe that's what I'm trying to do here, clear a space in all the debris, through all the anxieties and worries, where I can just exist, easily and simply, entire, for as long as I have left.

Man lives his whole life trying to figure out the secrets of life only to realize in the end life was the secret.

Don't be afraid to let your past and present come together to create something new

...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?