Living Quotes - Page 5

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.

The land of easy mathematics where he who works adds up and he who retires subtracts.

one work complete at the moment we see nothing to add more,it can not be destination.at end of it another process comes on the way.and it goes on.there is no full stop in a living life.

So you thought you could shit and eat at the same time. How disgustingly convenient.

I drink out of desperation. Life is too dreary to endure. The misery, loneliness, crampedness - they're heartbreaking.[...] What feelings do you suppose a man has when he realizes that he will never know happiness or glory as long as he lives? Hard work. All that amounts to is food for the wild beasts of hunger.

Having books standing on a shelf in a room is like having completely different worlds at the ready, waiting to be explored.

I don’t see how anyone can find happiness in this world.

Everybody learns from their own mistakes.
The wise learn from mistakes others make.

The process of living seems to consist in coming to realize truths so ancient and simple that, if stated, they sound like barren platitudes. They cannot sound otherwise to those who have not had the relevant experience: that is why there is no real teaching of such truths possible and every generation starts from scratch.

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and-what will perhaps make you wonder more-it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.

Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

I want to sleep. To find a safe place somewhere, and close my eyes, and rest, like an animal.
That is what I am. An animal. Living from moment to moment, day to day, trying to make sense of the world in which I find myself.

by experiences ,we become whole world in and out side as living being.

This is for you, for your breath, whose absence would lessen a greater world.

Religion is a virus that we cannot get rid of. A virus of the brain that comes from no other source than itself. We who are uninfected must find the cure.

I can’t change the world, I can only change how I choose to live in it.

Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’

Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.

The only person who can pull me down is myself, and I'm not going to let myself pull me down anymore.

People have to forgive. We don't have to like them, we don't have to be friends with them, we don't have to send them hearts in text messages, but we have to forgive them, to overlook, to forget. Because if we don't we are tying rocks to our feet, too much for our wings to carry!