Typical Pollution, they're always living in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I'll live as well, as deeply, as madly as I can--until I die.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one, is what we are doing.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
I dont know what sort of world she will live in and I have no fixed opinions concerning how she should live in it. I only know that if she does not come to value what is true above what is useful it...
Death cannot be experienced either by the dead or the living.
Incontinent the void. The zenith. Evening again. When not night it will be evening. Death again of deathless day. On one hand embers. On the other ashes. Day without end won and lost. Unseen.
Be happy that after living so many lives, I finally found something to die for
Live or die, but don't poison everything.
When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.
We live longerbut less preciselyand in shorter sentences.
In practical physics work, any middle school can have experiences to verify the accuracy of a scientific hypothesis. But man, because he has only one life, has no possibility of verifying the...
Living in the truth, not lying to yourself or others is only possible on the condition of living without audiences. As soon as there is a witness to our actions, we adapt willy -nilly to the eyes that...
Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world.But being, being is happiness. Being: Becoming a fountain, a fountain on which the universe falls like warm...
A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.
This thing I'm doing can hardly be called living. Instead I'm lying dormant, like a bacterium in a glacier. Getting time over with. That's all.
My chest clenched as I looked down at the oil-stained asphalt. Here but not. Existing but not living. I knew that feeling. Lived it for several years. Some days it felt like I was still wearing that...
Someone who lives always with a plane schedule in the drawer lives on a slightly different calendar.
That's what we're all looking for. A certain peace with the idea of dying. If we know, in the end, that we can ultimately have that peace with dying, then we can finally do the really hard thing."...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
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...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.