What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneness, and say, "This life which you live must be lived by youonce again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned-and you with it, dust of the dust!" Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teethand curse that demon? Or would you answer, "Never have I heard anything more divine?"
Minds have been given to men out of the eternal fires you call fixed stars and planets, those spherical solids which, quickened with divine minds,journey through their circuits and orbits with amazing speed.
Our eyes are holden that we cannot see things that stare us in the face, until the hour arrives when the mind is ripened; then we behold them, and the time when we saw them not is like a dream.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!
The reader of these Memoirs will discover that I never had any fixed aim before my eyes, and that my system, if it can be called a system, has been to glide away unconcernedly on the stream of life, trusting to the wind wherever it led.
One of the most difficult times in my life was when I escaped from Romania in November of 1989.
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why god? Why me?" and the thundering voice of God answered, "There's just something about you that pisses me off."
There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes his whole universe for a vast practical joke.
The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time.
I was born out of due time in the sense that by temperament and talent I should have been more suited for the life of a small Bach, living in anonymity and composing regularly for an established service and for God.
I haven't found anywhere in the world where I want to be all the time. The best of my life is the moving. I look forward to going.
I like to share my life, and spend time with someone I love. That has worked 100 per cent with my wife.
Moreover, photography has made it possible to fix these images and now provides us with a permanent record of each observed spectrum, which can be measured out at any time.
I'm always trying to do the impossible to please people. It comes from not being secure in myself and not looking at the things within I have to fix. Sometimes you keep going because you don't want to face the truth.
Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.
History is the witness that testifies to the passing of time; it illumines reality, vitalizes memory, provides guidance in daily life, and brings us tidings of antiquity.
You have only a short period of time in your life to make your mark, and I'm there now.
I know the only reason that I haven't gotten many good parts is because I am Latin - and they tell it to my face a lot of times.
The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
Faith is a living, daring confidence in God's grace, so sure and certain that a man could stake his life on it a thousand times.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
He Who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it posses.
There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root, and it may be that he who bestows the largest amount of time and money on the needy is doing the most by his mode of life to produce that misery which he strives in vain to relieve.