#ife

You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left. ↗

— Stieg Larsson

#life-and-death #life-philosophy #mortality #perception #time

السبب الرئيسي لتقدمه ببطء كان إيمانه الراسخ بإنه سينجح، كأنه يفكر في نفسه، أكاد أصل، لكن في أعماقة شيئاً آخر يؤخره، هاجساً يمكن التعبير عنه بهذه الكلمات، كلما أسرعت في الوصول كلما تحتم علىّ الإسراع بالمغادرة ↗

— جوزيه ساراماجو

#faith #life-lessons #slow #death

Christ's death is the Christian's life. Christ's cross is the Christian's title to heaven. Christ "lifted up" and put to shame on Calvary is the ladder by which Christians "enter into the holiest," and are at length landed in glory. ↗

— J.C. Ryle

#christ #christianity #christianlife #christians #cross

There are no coincidences in life. What person that wandered in and out of your life was there for some purpose even if they caused you harm. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense the short periods of time we get with people or the outcomes from their choices. However, if you turn it over to God he promises that you will see the big picture in the here after. Nothing is too small to be a mistake. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#life

Life is a Horse driven cart, Fate its driver You are the horse, Passengers - as allotted by God Sometimes rides to a wedding, sometimes to the graveyard On stumbling, there is always the earth. ↗

— D.V.G

#life

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

Dying is no big deal; the least of us will manage it. Living is the trick. ↗

— Red Smith

#life #death

A dog's spirit dies hard. ↗

— Mikhail Bulgakov

#death #depression #dogs #hard-times #hardship

[Cities] are not like suburbs, only denser. They differ from towns and suburbs in basic ways, and one of these is that cities are, by definition, full of strangers. ↗

— Jane Jacobs

#death

The woman who later became his wife was sleeping in his bed, her face buried in the pillows and her feet crossed on top of each other like a child's. He watched her sleep and struggled to see her as she was, but what he saw instead were her muscles and bones. He saw right through the skin to where her femur connected to her tibia by way of the ligaments, to the hair web of nerves and the delicate forest of her lungs, to the abstract heart pumping blood through her arteries. It terrified him how easily these systems could fail her. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#death #life #death