#if

Don't you know the man whose life you spare will always hate you? ↗

— Lian Hearn

#life

As for me: I loyally remained right where I was, remembering the very first I had ever seen the boy and then just now, the very last time-and all the times in between. The deep aching grief I knew I would feel would come soon enough, but at that moment mostly what I felt was peace, secure in the knowledge that by living my life the way I had, everything had come down to this moment. I had fulfilled my purpose. ↗

— W. Bruce Cameron

#life

In life, we make the best decisions we can with the information we have on hand. ↗

— Agnes Kamara-umunna

#psychology #reconciliation #life

I have learned that when you make big decisions, life says, 'Fuck you. This is what you actually have in store. ↗

— Chris Pine for GQ Magazine

#gq #life-lessons #life

I can always use a good chest fly in my life ↗

— Jillian Michaels

#life

No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#function #life #mouth #thing-to-ponder #truth

I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be. ↗

— Roger Zelazny

#life #longing #poetry #pride #sense-of-wonder

Fox was here first, and his brother was the wolf. Fox said, people will live forever. If they die they will not die for long. Wolf said, no, people will die, people must die, all things that live must die, or they will spread and cover the world, and eat all the salmon and the caribou and the buffalo, eat all the squash and all the corn. Now one day Wolf died, and he said to the fox, quick, bring me back to life. And Fox said, No, the dead must stay dead. You convinced me. And he wept as he said this. But he said it, and it was final. Now Wolf rules the world of the dead and Fox lives always under the sun and the moon, and he still mourns his brother. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#life

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#solitude #the-house-of-mirth #life

The busyness of your life leaves little room for the source of your life. ↗

— Ann Voskamp

#life