#resent

Je suis vivant. Et pendant que je mange, je ne fais rien d'autre que manger. Quand je marcherai, je marcherai, c'est tout. Et s'il faut un jour me battre, n'importe quel jour en vaut un autre pour mourir. Parce que je ne vis ni dans mon passé ni dans mon avenir. Je n'ai que le présent, et c'est lui seul qui m'intéresse. Si tu peux demeurer toujours dans le présent, alors tu seras un homme heureux. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#life #present #life

We can't rewind the past, nor fast-forward the future, so today, all we can do is play, record, pause and keep moving, until something should press the stop button. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#one-day-at-a-time #the-present #today #life

most people are either sleep walking through their waking life or wake walking through their sleeping life. either way they're not getting much out of it. ↗

— Waking Life

#life #life

It only takes one thought in one moment to alter the course of your life. ↗

— Mark O'Brien

#present #thinking #life

Time heals all wounds or Time wounds all heels. Take your pick... oh, life's small choices. ↗

— Carol Morgan

#resentment #time #life

Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#future #gratitude #love #past #present

When I save, I lay something aside for future need. If I sense God's leading, I will give it away to meet greater needs. When I hoard, I'm unwilling to part with what I've saved to meet others' needs, because my possible future needs outweigh their actual present needs. I fail to love my neighbor as myself. ↗

— Randy Alcorn

#compassion #future #hoarding #needs #present

If I could be silenced, I would be. If I could be tamed, I would be. If I could be loved, I would be. If I could be hated, I would be. If I could resist the inevitable, I would not. ↗

— Sarah Pussell

#love

The resentment I felt inside was not hatred for being imprisoned or for Victor who had betrayed me but something deeper: a rebellion against the very way of things that condemned men to be imprisoned inside their own identities. ↗

— MacDonald Harris

#resentment #men

Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#epistemology #humanity #past #present #time