If you got it, flaunt it. And if you don't got it, flaunt it.
I saw something even more beautiful than a sense of humor: an appreciation for life's essential absurdity.
The mind-is not the heart.I may yet live, as I know others live,To wish in vain to let go with the mind
Are not our lives too short for that full utterance which through all our stammerings is of course our only and abiding intention?
The mysteries of a universe made of drops of fire and clods of mud do not concern us in the least. The fate of humanity condemned ultimately to perish from cold is not worth troubling about. If you...
Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of...
For we die every day; oblivion thrivesNot on dry thighbones but on blood-ripe lives,And our best yesterdays are now foul pilesOf crumpled names, phone numbers and foxed files.
You have to be an artist and a madman...
Death often is the point of life's joke.
We all have such fateful objects - it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another - carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John...
Oh, don't cry, I'm so sorry I cheated so much, but that's the way things are.
This was their way of honoring the dead. The story over, the demands of their own hard, rough lives began to re-assert themselves in their hearts, in their nerves, their blood and appetites. Would...
Remember that you own what happened to you.
grace is a small white butterfly, and life is a semi trailer careening up 101.
{I}f you set out to mention everything you would never be done, and that's what counts, to be done, to have done. Oh, I know, even when you mention only a few of the things there are you do not get...
But it is only since I have ceased to live that I think of these things and the other things. It is in the tranquillity of decomposition that I remember the long confused emotion which was my life,...
People who think dying is the worst thing don't know a thing about life.
The whole problem with people is they know what matters but they don't choose it. ~Secret Lives of Bees
You know, some things don't matter that much...Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person's heart - now, matters.
People can start out one way, and by the time life gets through with them they end up completely different.
August: You know, somethings don't matter that much...like the color of a house...But lifting a person's heart--now that matters. The whole problem with people--Lily: They don't know what matters and...
When I was young" … "Before I was twenty, I mean, I used to think that life was a thing that kept gaining impetus, it would get richer and deeper each year. You kept learning more, getting wiser,...
Every life is precious.
I think being a teenager is such a compelling time period in your life--it gives you some of your worst scars and some of your most exhilarating moments. It's a fascinating place; old enough to feel...
Life sucks, and then you die.Yeah, I should be so lucky.
What am I dying for?
In life you hoped to do what you could but mostly you did what you were told and that was the end of it.
a heck of a lot of things are bound to go wrong in a world as big as this one. And if there's an answer to why it's that way - and there ain't always - why, it's probably not just one answer by...
You go into the office and take a book or two from the shelves. You read a few lines, like your life depended on reading 'em right. But you know your life doesn't depend on anything that makes sense,...
I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...