#life

What's the point in being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable? How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you than watching TV. ↗

— John Green

#colin-singleton #john-green #life

You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know. ↗

— Joe Hill

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I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#focus #journeys #life #motion #time

I finally figured out that not every crisis can be managed. As much as we want to keep ourselves safe, we can't protect ourselves from everything. If we want to embrace life, we also have to embrace chaos. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#crisis #life #protection #safety #life

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ↗

— Chief Seattle

#cybernetics #life

(on grief) And you do come out of it, that’s true. After a year, after five. But you don’t come out of it like a train coming out of a tunnel, bursting through the downs into sunshine and that swift, rattling descent to the Channel; you come out of it as a gull comes out of an oil-slick. You are tarred and feathered for life. ↗

— Julian Barnes

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We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that's exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

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The silkiness of his voice was a torturous caress that I could have endured for the rest of my life. ↗

— Melissa Andrea

#love #love-hurts #love-story #silk #silkiness

Something amazing happens when you're in love and don't give a damn about what day it is anymore. ↗

— Chad Sugg

#happy #inspirational #life #love #inspirational

Believe me, I know all about bottle acoustics. I spent much of the sixth century in an old sesame oil jar, corked with wax, bobbing about in the Red Sea. No one heard my hollers. In the end an old fisherman set me free, by which time I was desperate enough to grant him several wishes. I erupted in the form of a smoking giant, did a few lightning bolts, and bent to ask him his desire. Poor old boy had dropped dead of a heart attack. There should be a moral there, but for the life of me I can't see one. ↗

— Jonathan Stroud

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