Life Quotes - Page 125

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Success is a great deodorant. It takes away all your past smells.

Pizza is a circle. Pizza is my life. Pizza is the circle of life.

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

Everybody talks and everybody listens, and somehow the truth just always comes up missin.

Cause you know, life is what we make it and a chance is like a picture, it'd be nice if you just take it.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.

All great changes are preceded by chaos.

Your thoughts are the architects of your destiny.

No child should die in the dawn of life.

If someone has a gun and is trying to kill you, it would be reasonable to shoot back with your own gun.

I am an artist at living - my work of art is my life.

I don't mean to be overly sensitive or anything like that, but you just have to take a minute in every day, and just reflect on where you are, and just realise what you've got, because you just never know where the next huge change in your life is going to come from.

Because I am an Englishman I spent most of my life in a state of embarrassment.

I also came to understand that our authenticity (or lack thereof) is made evident by the fruit that our life is bearing.

Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance.

Service to a just cause rewards the worker with more real happiness and satisfaction than any other venture of life.

You may delay, but time will not.

At the heart of liberty is the right to define one's own concept of existence, of meaning, of the universe, and of the mystery of human life.

There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.

If your life were a book, and you were the author, how would you want your story to go?

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life. All that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.

The need to be right is the sign of a vulgar mind.

One touch of Christ is worth a lifetime of struggling.