If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living.
Anatole FranceTags: life change living growth
Living in a constant chase after gain compels people to expend their spirit to the point of exhaustion in continual pretense and overreaching and anticipating other. Virtue has come to consist of doing something in less time that someone else. Hours in which honesty is permitted have become rare, and when they arrive one is tired and does not only want to "let oneself go" but actually wishes to stretch out as long and wide and ungainly as one happens to be... Soon we may well reach the point where people can no longer give in to the desire for a vita contemplativa (that is, taking a walk with ideas and friends) without self-contempt and a bad conscience.
Friedrich NietzscheTags: living
The living owe it to those who no longer can speak to tell their story for them.
Czesław MiłoszTags: living dead remembrance reminiscence
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
Anaïs NinTags: inspirational living sea anais-nin mermaids no-fear
The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.
Emily BrontëTags: life freedom prison suffering living
Making a Fist
For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern
past the glass.
My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin.
"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist."
Years later I smile to think of that journey,
the borders we must cross separately,
stamped with our unanswerable woes.
I who did not die, who am still living,
still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
clenching and opening one small hand.
There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.
Aldo LeopoldPut your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
Anne SextonLet all of life be an unfettered howl.
Vladimir NabokovLet your life lightly dance on the edges of
Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
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