Live in your imagination today, for tomorrow it can become your reality.
I get to live down my reputation for being cantankerous if I slowly evolve towards being a really good live show.
I have lived in the only decades I could have lived in, and hope to live through at least a few more.
Our ancestors are looking for us even if we're not looking for them. And by our ancestors I mean our bloodlines and the ancestors of the place where we live and our spiritual kin who go beyond our biological families. We could be walking around carrying an entire ancestral history of the wrong kind for us.
If the author of the Declaration of Independence were to utter such a sentiment today, the Post Office Department could exclude him from the mail, grand juries could indict him for sedition and criminal syndicalism, legislative committees could seize his private papers and United States Senators would be clamoring for his deportation that he should be sent back to live with the rest of the terrorists.
I can't live without posting pictures.
Are we Darwinists - where we live and let live? Or are we nurturing as a society? There has to be a standard of living that we decide to support.
In dwelling, live close to the ground. In thinking, keep to the simple.
I hope you live a life you're proud of.
It is perfectly possible to live a very moral life without a belief in God, and I think it's perfectly possible to live a life peppered with ill-doing and believe in God.
Christianity is actually "true Truth," as Francis Schaeffer used to put it. God really does exist, Heaven actually is real (along with Hell), Jesus really did live and He did the things the historical records - the Gospels - say He did, the resurrection of Christ really happened, and there really is hope each of us can count on for "the kind of perfect world our hearts have always longed for. "
If we ever meet in real life, we can have a conversation. But you should go and live your real life and I'll go and live mine.
What good is it to live a life that brings pains?
. . . True, we are often too weak to stop injustices; but the least we can do is to protest against them. True, we are too poor to eliminate hunger; but in feeding one child, we protest against hunger. True, we are too timid and powerless to take on all the guards of all the political prisons in the world; but in offering our solidarity to one prisoner we denounce all the tormentors. True, we are powerless against death; but as long as we help one man, one woman, one child live one hour longer in safety and dignity, we affirm man's [woman's] right to live.
We live in a time-crunched world, and just about everything we do seems to be urgent.
Prison is where you promise yourself the right to live.
That’s one of the nice things about writing, or any art; if the thing’s real, it just lives. All the attendant hoopla about it, the success over it or the critical rejection—none of that really matters. In the end, the thing will survive or not on its own merits. Not that immortality via art is any big deal. Truffaut died, and we all felt awful about it, and there were the appropriate eulogies, and his wonderful films live on. But it’s not much help to Truffaut.
Knowing this to be a worthless life to live, why do I keep living on? Because this life contains something called beauty7.
Truth is not what you want it to be; it is what it is, and you must bend to its power or live a lie.
A nutritionist has told me to have very little butter and very little spices, but I can't live like that.