#day

All the windows of my heart I open to the day. ↗

— John Greenleaf Whittier

#heart #i #open #windows

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating. ↗

— Pearl S. Buck

#genius #poem-in-your-pocket-day #death

I won't forget the hood. I won't forget the days of catching a bullet on the way to the mailbox or bricks with death threats that somehow made their way through the window. ↗

— Pau Gasol

#bullet #catching #days #death #forget

Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead. ↗

— Tennessee Williams

#comes #day #dead #forward #know

Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows. ↗

— Pope Paul VI

#dying #every #every day #i #life

Today will die tomorrow. ↗

— Algernon Charles Swinburne

#future #present #time #today #tomorrow

Everyone knows they're going to die but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#living #mitch #morrie #tuesdays-with-morrie #death

In every person, there is a doer and a devil. With every passing days, the doer dies and a devil has to rise. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#devil #life #passing-days #person #death

The word “holiday” comes from “holy day” and holy means “exalted and worthy of complete devotion.” By that definition, all days are holy. Life is holy. Atheists have joy every day of the year, every holy day. We have the wonder and glory of life. We have joy in the world before the lord is come. We’re not going for the promise of life after death; we’re celebrating life before death. The smiles of children. The screaming, the bitching, the horrific whining of one’s own children. The glory of giving or receiving a blow job. Sunsets, rock and roll, bebop, Jell-O, stinky cheese, and offensive jokes. For atheists, everything in the world is enough and every day is holy. Every day is an atheist holiday. It’s a day that we’re alive. ↗

— Penn Jillette

#death

If Christ is God, He cannot sin, and if suffering was a sin in and by itself, He could not have suffered and died for us. However, since He took the most horrific death to redeem us, He showed us in fact that suffering and pain have great power. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#cross #death #death-and-dying #god #good-friday