In Praise Of Mortality Quotes & Sayings

I don't like music docs, usually. There's nothing to really say. What can you say about music? Normally, you can't say too much. There are a few really good ones, but the majorities are boring, I think. — Malik Bendjelloul

Marriage is like a fine aged wine. It has to endure its Time of Fermenting before its full-bodied Flavor and Bouquetcan be appreciate. — Mary Summer Rain

Nothing in human nature is so God-like as the disposition to do good to our fellow-creatures. — Samuel Richardson

Our continual desire for praise ought to convince us of our mortality, if nothing else will. — Josh Billings

Be ahead of all parting, as if it had already happened,
like winter, which even now is passing.
For beneath the winter is a winter so endless
that to survive it at all is a triumph of the heart.

Be forever dead in Eurydice, and climb back singing.
Climb praising as you return to connection.
Here among the disappearing, in the realm of the transient,
be a ringing glass that shatters as it rings.

Be. And, at the same time, know what it is not to be.
The emptiness inside you allows you to vibrate
in full resonance with your world. Use it for once.

To all that has run its course, and to the vast unsayable
numbers of beings abounding in Nature,
add yourself gladly, and cancel the cost. — Rainer Maria Rilke

There is a whole generation of romance readers and writers who suffer from what I like to think of as 'Thorn Birds' Fever. — Sarah MacLean

If it's never our fault, we can't take responsibility for it. If we can't take responsibility for it, we'll always be its victim. — Richard Bach

The young character, which cannot hold fast to righteousness, must be rescued from the mob; — Seneca.

I think as a child you know when it's time for your parents to split. You realise they love each other, but they're not in love with each other. And I think as a child it's much better for your parents to split than for them to stay and have dysfunction within the family. — Abbie Cornish

He'd lost track of what he wanted, and since who a person was what a person wanted, you could say that he'd lost track of himself. — Jonathan Franzen

Turn a blind eye on logic and sense,
for eyes see facts and minds make mess;
mostly that's why we mistake for something less,
all of the shadows of those who conspire.
But where there is smoke, near is a fire. — Unknown