#or

When mortals discuss about the eternity, conclusively it will be a lifetime discussion. ↗

— Toba Beta

#eternity #life #lifetime #mortal #truth

I was at peace with it; I'd taken his hatred and insecurity-driven malice and turned it into fame, money, and of course, pussy. ↗

— Eugene Mirman

#life

Before man ventures into daydreams about his futuristic society, he should first immerse himself in the nothingness of his being, and finally restore life to what it is all about: a working hypothesis. ↗

— Tomislav Sunic

#existence #life #philosophy #life

A book is a product of a pact with the Devil that inverts the Faustian contract, he'd told Allie. Dr Faustus sacrificed eternity in return for two dozen years of power; the writer agrees to the ruination of his life, and gains (but only if he's lucky) maybe not eternity, but posterity, at least. Either way (this was Jumpy's point) it's the Devil who wins. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#faust #immortality #knowledge #life

We had a lot in common. I loved him and he loved him. ↗

— Shelley Winters

#shelley-winters #humor

If those at your top are weak, your bottom will be rotten ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#humor #life #philosophy #wisdom #life

One day this war will end. And when it does, Tule Lake will be just a memory. ↗

— Teresa R. Funke

#japanese-internment #life #remembering #war #world-war-ii

My mum always said there’s a lot of presence in a doorway,” he added, staring into one of the eyes. A chill of air trickled down her spine, she could feel the eyes upon her, drawing her in, asking questions and tormenting her very being. “Really? How so?” asked Maggie, with interest. Brick turned his head and presented a puzzled expression. “Well, cause that’s where people come in ↗

— Paul Baxter

#sci-fi-humour-comedy #life

All the golden societies of the past to which historians point and turn their wistful smiles have had what patience-players would call a discard pile. They operated on two levels with a slave class who worked, ate, slept, and died and a leisured class who reclined on one elbow and spoke. Naturally it is from this latter group that we learn what life at that time was like. It often makes charming reading but we can hardly take it to be the whole truth. ↗

— Quentin Crisp

#history #life

She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, with fields beyond outside the entrance-gates. On the road there was a man with a bundle on his back and a woman carrying her baby; in the field she could see figures moving - perhaps the shepherd with his dog. Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She was a part of that involuntary, palpitating life, and could neither look out on it from her luxurious shelter as a mere spectator, nor hide her eyes in selfish complaining. ↗

— George Eliot

#view #window #life