Life is a very beautiful dream, he thought. I'm so glad I chose not to wake up from it just yet.

This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself

Humanity? Humanity is not concerned with us. Today anything is allowed. Anything is possible.

I wish I had never been born," she said. "What are we born for?" "For infinite happiness," said the Spirit. "You can step out into it at any moment...

Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free-wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself.

The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one's 'own,' or 'real' life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely...

Listening to my father during those early years, I began to realise how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. He taught me that if you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at...

In our twenties we have conflicts. We think everything is either-or, black or white: we are caught between them and we lose all our energy in the conflicts. My answer, later on in maturity, was to do...

Djuna had wanted a life of desire and freedom, not luxury but beauty, not security but fulfillment, not perfection but a perfect moment like this one...

It's odd how, against all logic, one clings to life in inverse proportion to the quantity of life one has left to look forward to.

Besides, life is a succession of events that link up with each other whether one wants them to or not.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.

The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear...

What really mattered in life, what gave it weight, was death.

I am living through days as happy as those God keeps for his chosen people; and whatever becomes of me, I can never say that I have not tasted the purest joys of life.

We mark some days as fair, some as foul, because we do not see that the character of every day as identical

Even if we have grown so far apart that we don't recognize each other when we pass, we have this life, this block of time, and what do you think about that?

It's got to be a nice life, long as you don't get caught.

I used to have pink hair, I told Seven.I used to have a real job, he answered.What happened?He shrugged. I dyed my hair pink. What happened to you?

Being a parent wasn't just about bearing a child. It was about bearing witness to its life.

Imagine waking up one morning and finding a piece of yourself you didn't even know existed.

Then Henry speaks again. Did he do it?I turn to him slowly. Does it matter?

Into the silence rips a sound that makes me let go of Max's hand and cover my ears. It is like the strafe of a bullet, nails on a chalkboard, promises being broken. It's a note I have never heard -...

by now you've already formed your own impression. you believe that an act committed a lifetime ago defines a man, or you believe that a person's past has nothing to do with his future. you think i am...

Life is not a plot; it's in the details.

I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.

There are so many things I can't believe. That people deserve what they get, both bad and good. That one day I'll live in a world where people are judged by what they do instead of who they are. That...

Dad goes down the table, removes the mother's photo from her pocket, sit on the table, face to face. He leaves his chair on his back and both look at the endless sea of ​​white clouds that...