#live

One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#characteristics #completely #cut #dream #friends

Work like an angel, dress like a demon, live like a ghost, and dream like a human. ↗

— Rebecca McKinsey

#demon #dream #dress #ghost #human

Life is a game, you live so you play. Follow your dreams and win what your happy heart desires. ↗

— Roel van Sleeuwen

#desire #desires #desiring #dream #dreaming

Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today. ↗

— James Dean

#die #dream #forever #james #live

Being certain one is alive isn't something to which one pays mind. If you could ask the question, you were fine. If you could not, hopefully you had a cozy coffin. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#coffin #dead #death #life #death

There is no female mind. The brain is not an organ of sex. As well speak of a female liver. ↗

— Charlotte Perkins Gilman

#female #female mind #liver #mind #organ

Just as the wave cannot exist for itself, but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean, so must I never live my life for itself, but always in the experience which is going on around me. ↗

— Albert Schweitzer

#around #cannot #ever #exist #experience

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#eat #fishes #great #great ones #little

Who are we really? Combinations of common chemicals that perform mechanical actions for a few years before crumbling back into the original components? Fresh new souls, drawn at random for some celestial cupboard where God keeps an unending supply? Or the same soul, immortal and eternal, refurbished and reused through endless lives, by that thrifty Housekeeper? In Her wisdom and benevolence She wipes off the memory slates, as part of the cleaning process, because if we could remember all the things we have experienced in earlier lives, we might object to risking it again. ↗

— Barbara Michaels

#past-lives #experience

Alexander Smollett, master; David Livesey, ship's doctor; Abraham Gray, carpenter's mate; John Trelawney, owner; John Hunter and Richard Joyce, owner's servants, landsmen--being all that is left faithful of the ship's company--with stores for ten days at short rations, came ashore this day and flew British colours on the log-house in Treasure Island. Thomas Redruth, owner's servant, landsman, shot by the mutineers; James Hawkins, cabin boy--' And at the same time, I was wondering over poor Jim Hawkins' fate. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#dr-livesey #jim-hawkins #pirates #faith