#it

The quality of life that you have is determined solely by the effort you put into giving your life value, purpose and a reason. ↗

— Steven Redhead

#effort #life #purpose #quality-of-life #reason

I know who I am, and I know who you are, and nothing else matters. it's how we live our life. ↗

— Tal McThenia

#identity #kidnapping #true-story #life

Until you accept responsibility for your life, someone else runs your life. ↗

— Orrin Woodward

#life

The call to the creative life is a call to dignity, to a life of vulnerability and adventure and the call to a life that exquisite excitement and indeed ecstasy will often visit. ↗

— John O'Donohue

#religion #spirituality #life

All our life, so far as it has definite form, is but a mass of habits. ↗

— William James

#life

I used to think things were the way they are for a reason, that there was some hidden meaning. I used to think that this meaning governed the way the world was. But it's an illusion to think that there are good and bad reasons. Grammar is a lie to make us think that what we say is connected by a logic that you'll find if you study it, a lie that gone on for centuries. Because I now know that life just lurches between stability and instability and doesn't obey any law. ↗

— Delphine de Vigan

#life

The true joy and wonder of life can only be yours if you follow your own intuition aiming to achieve your bliss. ↗

— Steven Redhead

#bliss #intuition #joy #wonder #life

What appears most disquieting to me in isolation is the dilemma of how to use time. There is either too much or too little of it; we either live inside painfully contracting horizons, or feel ourselves isolated in the vastness of space. I seem to have lived with the palm of my hand balanced on the tip of a knife, writing what in theory I would call the Preface to a Future Book. And the relation of time to creation should always appear like that, a ratio that describes the fullness of energy brought to a particular stage of one's life, so that each work is a preface to a stage at which one has still to arrive, the logical extension of which is death. I live for the blaze of metaphor that unites incongruities. The red wine-stain on my page is like an intoxicant to the dance of words. It is a little ritual I undertake, this sprinkling of wine-spots on paper. ↗

— Jeremy Reed

#death

How do you end a story that’s not yours? Add another sentence where there is a pause? Infiltrate the story with a comma when really there should have been a period? Punctuate with an exclamation point where a period would have sufficed? What if you kill something breathing and breathe life into something the author wanted to eliminate? How do you get inside the mind of a person who isn’t there? Fill the shoes of someone who will never again fill his own? ↗

— Shaila M. Abdullah

#manuscript #writing #life

I believe all Americans are born with certain inalienable rights. As a child of God, I believe my rights are not derived from the constitution. My rights are not derived from any government. My rights are not denied by any majority. My rights are because I exist. They were given to me and each of my fellow citizens by our creator, and they represent the essence of human dignity... ↗

— Joe Biden

#life