Life Quotes - Page 28

Humanity is a cage, and our puritanical sensibilities comprise the bars. We are confined by our own reason and intellect, and yet most of us don't even know it.

Every creature was designed to serve a purpose. Learn from animals for they are there to teach you the way of life. There is a wealth of knowledge that is openly accessible in nature. Our ancestors knew this and embraced the natural cures found in the bosoms of the earth. Their classroom was nature. They studied the lessons to be learned from animals. Much of human behavior can be explained by watching the wild beasts around us. They are constantly teaching us things about ourselves and the way of the universe, but most people are too blind to watch and listen.

The path that reveals itself to you is the path you are meant to take.

Live a daring life.

Each day should be a day of rejoicing. Give thanks and celebrate in all things

THE Biggest enemy of Truth is known as Facts in our Society

Be strong and begin again!

Time is a running factor; once it goes, it cannot be reclaimed

A life without an objective is much like a ship at sea with no port in mind. It drifts with the waves or storms, or with the whim of the captain. They are tempted to ask, amidst the battles of life, "Is the struggle worth-while?" That attitude lessens the joy of living. They who say that there is no purpose in life are not unhappy, but become dangerous to themselves and others, for they have no safe guide for their actions. Indeed, life has not objective save physical satisfactions, it is empty and valueless.

I cannot at the same time accept the glory and give God the glory... Glorifying God means being occupied with and committed to His ways rather than preoccupied with and determined my own way. It is being so thrilled with Him, so devoted to Him, so committed to Him that we cannot get enough of Him!

To care about your outward appearance is important, but what’s more important is to have a beautiful soul.

If you would know these demands of life, you would gain a quicker success, at a greater pace, with less stress than otherwise.

When we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.

The freedom of the open road is seductive, serendipitous and absolutely liberating.

Why is it so hard? It's hard because it matters, I think.

Live fast. Die young. Be wild. Have fun.

Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done.

We are all a product of incidence.

Here's to adrenaline. Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol. Here's to treasured pain and purple rain. Here's to chasing our souls, burning across to sky. Here's to drinking the ash as it falls, and not asking why.

You can't be jealous of someone else's results. You don't know the prayer, process, sacrifice, and work they endured for it.

We are all entitled to our own share of mistakes and learning experiences in life. No one should take them away from us. Not even our parents.

In order to understand, observe, deduce, man must first be conscious of himself as alive.

Life has its sunshine and its rain, sir... its days and its nights... its peaks and its valleys...

I have graduated to the extent of not asking what is happening in my life because I trust the maker(God).

Before believing, find the truth; before accepting, try to understand.

You are the energy you attract. Whether you are aware of that or not, everything you come up against is teaching you about that part within yourself. Listen carefully, it's a hint to a better you.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death--ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.

I knew in that moment that things would be forever different- that today was gong to be the day that split my life into before and after.

One of the best ways to influence people is to make them feel important. Most people enjoy those rare moments when others make them feel important. It is one of the deepest human desires.

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.

We are here to witness. There is nothing else to do with those mute materials we do not need. Until Larry teaches his stone to talk, until God changes his mind, or until the pagan gods slip back to their hilltop groves, all we can do with the whole inhuman array is watch it.

The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for.

You do not have to know which path you must take. That's not how life works. You simply must be curious and daring enough to take a step into the unknown. That's how you come to know.

Luck is a word the bitter teach to the ignorant.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

You are a product of your mind, a result of your thoughts, and a consequence of your actions.

There exist no purposeful life without the ''sanballat's and the ''Tobiah's''The oppositions in life. they will give you all the necessary reasons why you will fail. Kites do rise by oppositions.Oppositions in life are therefore a necessity for growth. Your oppositions in life will position or disposition you depending on how you position your oppositions.courage, wisdom and God will see you to the top. Beware of tongues of mediocrity as it can be a detriment to your mind and purpose.We were born to be fruitful and multiply.

We only live once. We all have an expiration date after that we will never come again. I am not saying that to make you sad. I am saying that so you can cherish each moment in your life and be grateful that you are here and you are Special

I can only be me.

May you listen to the voice within the beat even when you are tired. When you feel yourself breaking down, may you break open instead. May every experience in life be a door that opens your heart, expands your understanding, and leads you to freedom. If you are weary, may you be aroused by passion and purpose. If you are blameful and bitter, may you be sweetened by hope and humor. If you are frightened, may you be emboldened by a big consciousness far wiser than your fear. If you are lonely, may you find love, may you find friendship. If you are lost, may you understand that we are alllost, and still we are guided—by Strange Angels and Sleeping Giants, by our better and kinder natures, by the vibrant voice within the beat. May you follow that voice, for This is the way—the hero’s journey, the life worth living, the reason we are here.

Life teach you everything either you want to learn it or not ....

And he would put his arms around her and hold her, but he had no idea what to tell her. In his mind, Gregor knew how to kill things, not bring them back ti life.

Please challenge me becausewhenever I am challenged, I learn away to survive and a brillianttechnique to fight.

Souls do not break neither do hearts. Ravaged by time, they continue living within us and it is our choice whether to remove the walls of self preservation that we build as protection or to hide behind them and remain hardened within our comfort zone.Life is precious, giving it your all is preferable to withering and dying even before you fall off this mortal coil.

Without poetry, love has no exuberance.

It’s a secondhand world we’re born into. What is novel to us is only so because we’re newborn, and what we cannot see, that has come before- what our parents have seen and been and done- are the hand-me-downs we begin to wear as swaddling clothes, even as we ourselves are naked. The flaw runs through us, implicating us in its imperfection even as it separates us, delivers us onto opposite sides of a chasm. It is both terribly beautiful and terribly sad, but it is, finally, the fault in the universe that gives birth to us all.

A life fueled by passions is like riding on the back of a dragon.

Sitting there, it is impossible to change your luck. But, you can always change the machine you are at!

People treat the present moment as if it is just a stopping point on the way to some great goal that will happen in the future, and then they are surprised that the long day closes; they look back on their life and see that the things they let go by so unregarded, the small pleasures they dismissed so easily were in fact the true significance of their lives- all the time these things were the great and wonderful successes and purpose of their existence.

Don't be sad because i'm dying, be happy because very second another great human being is born, another great person who gets the chance to do better things than i did.

Humanity lives in eager expectation of your products.

Wisdom is the ability to read the unwritten.

Thoughts are powerful; before you were born, you were one.

If you can stay focused on your most important goal, you can become incredibly successful, but to stay focused you must intentionally create and maintain an environment, atmosphere, and culture that keeps you focused.

It is what it is.

Kehidupan lebih nyata daripada pendapat siapapun tentang kenyataan.

When you have a purpose in life it becomes the light to show you the path toward your destination.

Some of us feel the need to experience life before bending to the will of an arcane society.

You are knowledgeable when you know yourself.

I believe in movement. I believe in that lighthearted balloon, the world. I believe in midnight and the hour of noon. But what else do I believe in? Sometimes everything. Sometimes nothing. It fluctuates like light flitting over a pond. I believe in life, which one day each of us shall lose. When we are young we think we won’t, that we are different. As a child I thought I would never grow up, that I could will it so. And then I realized, quite recently, that I had crossed some line, unconsciously cloaked in the truth of my chronology. How did we get so damn old? I say to my joints, my iron-colored hair. Now I am older than my love, my departed friends. Perhaps I will live so long that the New York Public Library will be obliged to hand over the walking stick of Virginia Woolf. I would cherish it for her, and the stones in her pocket. But I would also keep on living, refusing to surrender my pen.