living

I__e realized the most effective writing and living are done when we are willing to be vulnerable. I think we spend most of our lives trying to cover up our insecurities.

I don't want to earn my living, I want to live.

[i]We were fighting so very hard and achieving so very little aside from staying alive. BUT THAT__ EVERYTHING, my father wrote to me, when I told him that in a letter.[/i]

At my core, I know this: God is God. All that lives and breathes flows from him in both original and ongoing states.

Some of the greatest journeys of humankind are those that, at the time being, only the one living it understands.

It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and beyond the sun and through the vast silent vacuum where there were no burdens and where everything weighed exactly nothing.

This would have once been a place for contemplation. He looked up at the towers surrounding him. Many of the dead bodies had been removed. Their places had been taken by the living.

It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it.

The best standard of living will be attained when your house will be filled with God's blessings.

We all know that the un-examined life is not worth living (socrates). But if all you are doing is examining, you are not living.

The process of living, for each of us, is pretty similar. For every gain there is a setback. For every success, a failure. For every moment of joy, a time of sadness. For every hope realized, one is dashed.

My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those who are sad.

You can't become a decent horseman until you fall off and get up again, a good number of times. There's life in a nutshell.

Living on steam isn't easy.

I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.

But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.

Let me live my final days whole.Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness.

If science can eliminate sleep, we will have more time to live and no time for the dreams. But living is superior to the dream because it is real!