All Quotes By Tag: Life

“The past can not be cured.”

“I tried to contain myself… but I escaped!”

“Life is half delicious yogurt, half crap, and your job is to keep the plastic spoon in the yogurt.”

“You’re frustrated because you keep waiting for the blooming of flowers of which you have yet to sow the seeds.”

“Fame you’ll be famous, as famous as can be, with everyone watching you win on TV, Except when they don’t because sometimes they won’t..”

“If someone does not want me it is not the end of the world. But if I do not want me, the world is nothing but endings.”

“I feel like a big faker because I’ve been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.”

“Each day is God’s gift to you. What you do with it is your gift to Him.”

“Integrity is doing what is right and truthful, and doing as you say you would do.”

“Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. A second that is you, without memory or experience, the animal warm and waking into a brand new world. There is the sun dissolving the dark, and light as clear as music, filling the room where you sleep and the other rooms behind your eyes.”

“Why not just live in the moment, especially if it has a good beat?”

“Progress just means bad things happen faster.”

“You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don’t want to understand you.”

“People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It’s that hard.”

“Over the years I’d lodged him in the permanent past, my pluperfect lover, put him on ice, stuffed him with memories and mothballs like a hunted ornament confabulating with the ghost of all my evenings. I’d dust him off from time to time and then put him back on the mantelpiece. He no longer belonged to earth or to life. All I was likely to discover at this point wasn’t just how distant were the paths we’d taken, it was the measure of loss that was going to strike me–a loss I didn’t mind thinking about in abstract terms but which would hurt when stared at in the face, the way nostalgia hurts long after we’ve stopped thinking of things we lost and may never have cared for.”