390 Quotes About Living-life-to-the-fullest

Whether I was a genius or not did not so much concern me as the fact that I simply did not want a part of anything. The animal-drive and energy of my fellow man amazed me: that a man could change tires all day long or drive an ice cream truck or run for Congress or cut into a man's guts in surgery or murder, this was all beyond me. I did not want to begin. I still don't. Any day I that I could cheat away from this system of living seemed a good victory for me.

Welcome the small cracking of your hard-clodded shell,Embrace the warm sting of tears,Kiss the shadow which frightens you awake as you turn the corners of your day,Love the whole of everything,Smooth sunshine skies andJagged edgesWhich all seek us out in Constant whisper and touchTo say, 'hello, Beautiful. You’re alive

She was restless. She drove a little too fast, swam a little too far offshore. She hitchhiked. She skied recklessly. While Sylvia's rabid perfectionism was very real, she was far from the good-girl persona she worked so hard to cultivate.

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a lifehas been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or justcompletely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation markis a smile

Sometimes doubting your first thought, will cost you more for going with your second thought.

Sometimes doubting your first, will cost you more for going with your second thought

Sylvia possessed a deeply conditioned respect for authority. She wanted desperately to live up to the expectations of a society that viewed her as a bright, charming, enormously talented disciple of bourgeois conformity. On the other hand, she ached to experience life in all its grim and beautiful complexity. The poetic eye was always at work examining the nuance and measuring obscure detail, turning conversation into ultimatum (Steiner)

- Mrzim sve što je odricanje!- Ni ja, Ivane, ne pristajem da se odričem. Ja hoću ceo, sav, prepunjen život, da menjam ovaj svet.

How slowly life moves when you're dead. Another day, another hour, another night in bed. I want to live awake. I've been sleeping. Sleepwalking.