Living
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Life is not always easy to live, but the opportunity to do so is a blessing beyond comprehension. In the process of living, we will face struggles, many of which will cause us to suffer and to experience pain.
We don't need bigger cars or fancier clothes. We need self-respect, identity, community, love, variety, beauty, challenge and a purpose in living that is greater than material accumulation.
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.
My 93-year-old grandma is a beautiful example of healthy living. She laughs a lot and always says, 'Just be yourself!' She also eats dessert every single day.
Boyhood is the longest time in life for a boy. The last term of the school-year is made of decades, not of weeks, and living through them is like waiting for the millennium.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
We're still living with the old paradigm of age as an arch. That's the old metaphor: You're born, you peak at midlife and decline into decrepitude.
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.
Living your life in the public eye is a greater burden than most people can imagine.
I'm delighted. I don't know of anybody who had a statue built of them while they were living. It's a great feeling.
One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don't clean it up too quickly.
Here lies W. C. Fields. I would rather be living in Philadelphia.
I'm not a prophet or a stone aged man, just a mortal with potential of a superman. I'm living on.
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.
There are eight girls in the house in which I am living, and practically all of them are good looking. You can realize that I am kept busy.
We are not living in a world where all roads are radii of a circle and where all, if followed long enough, will therefore draw gradually nearer and finally meet at the centre: rather in a world where every road, after a few miles, forks into two, and each of those into two again, and at each fork, you must make a decision.
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