I simply followed (my teacher's) instruction which was to focus the mind on pure being 'I am', and stay in it. I used to sit for hours together, with nothing but the 'I am' in my mind and soon peace and joy and a deep all-embracing love became my normal state. In it all disappeared -- myself, my Guru, the life I lived, the world around me. Only peace remained and unfathomable silence.
One must live the way one thinks or end up thinking the way one has lived.
They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.
If we once, and for so long, lived in balance with nature and each other, we should be able to do so again.
I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men.
I was born lucky, and I have lived lucky. What I had was used. What I still have is being used. Lucky.
I especially like Duke Ellington jazz, which is a little more. . . I lived in New York for a while. I lived in Harlem for a bit, and I just fell in love with the idea of that era of New York, that jazz era, especially jazz in Harlem.
Who lives longer? The man who takes heroin for two years and dies, or a man who lives on roast beef, water and potatoes 'till 95? One passes his 24 months in eternity. All the years of the beefeater are lived only in time.
The truth is that a life well lived is always lived on a rising scale of difficulty.
I've come in and out of America for. . . well, I've lived here for 15 years. And I've played here for nearly 30 years. On and off. But I've always played to my fan base. And I can come and do two or three nights in New York or two or three nights in L. A. , and all that. But when I go away, nobody knows I've been gone. You know, I don't get reviewed or anything like that. So that's why I've come back and done a longer time in a smaller place, in New York. It's always the people who live here that get a chance to know me.
We must try to contribute joy to the world. . . I didn't always know this and am happy I lived long enough to find it out.
I don't think victory over death. . . is anything so superficial as a person fulfilling their normal span of life. It can be twofold; a victory over death by the man who faces it for himself without fear, and a victory by those who, loving him, know that death is but a little thing compared with the fact that he lived and was the kind of person he was.
I've always lived in a city.
The crew of the space shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives.
Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.
If I never wake again, I certainly will have lived while I was alive.
New York is the only city that I have ever lived in that I have felt at home.
What, in the name of common-sense, had I to do with any better society than I had always lived in?
You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.
The magic in that country was so thick and tenacious that it settled over the land like chalk-dust and over floors and shelves like slightly sticky plaster-dust. (Housecleaners in that country earned unusually good wages. ) If you lived in that country, you had to de-scale your kettle of its encrustation of magic at least once a week, because if you didn't, you might find yourself pouring hissing snakes or pond slime into your teapot instead of water.