Life

We live in a rainbow of chaos.

Cars' was about Lightning McQueen learning to slow down and to enjoy life. The journey is the reward.

If one examines his life sincerely, one will understand whether he is truly living in ‘The Light’.

He runs his eye along the row of knives in their racks, the cleavers for splitting bones. He picks one up, looks at its edge, decides it needs sharpening and says, 'Do you think I look like a murderer? In your good opinion?'A silence. After a while, Thurston proffers, 'At this moment, master, I would have to say...

So it was a crossroads summer, when the universe seemed to stand perilously still like an egg wobbling on a precipice, a regular rite of passage summer that saw us traverse the hazardous divide between the illusions of boyhood and the far more pernicious deceptions of maturity, et cetera.

Well, I go wherever the ring takes me. Not because I’m a gold digger or anything; it’s more of a Lord of the Rings thing. This ring gives me powers. Though I’m totally going to lose it when my hair falls out and I start calling it ‘my precious.

As he walked along, consciously enjoying the early coolness of the morning, he turned and looked behind him. People often do this and are usually surprised to find that there is some reason for turning around. Sometimes there is no apparent reason and they wonder why they did it. ('Ordeal By Water').

The true object of all human life is play.

Who can ever affirm, or deny that the houses which have sheltered us as children, or as adults, and our predecessors too, do not have embedded in their walls, one with the dust and cobwebs, one with the overlay of fresh wallpaper and paint, the imprint of what-has-been, the suffering, the joy?

Read good books to improve your life.

It was a dark story.

I knew, really knew, I would never die with my song unsung.

The engine roared to life. He ran toward her. She shot our of her parking space. He rushed to the side of her car. 'Stop it, Kristy! You're overreacting! Let's talk about this.' That was when she did the unthinkable. She rolled down the window, thrust out her hand, and gave Reverend Ethan Bonner the bird.

The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes.

It is easy, from a safe distance, to overlook the fact that in undercities governed by corruption, where exhausted people vie on scant terrain for very little, it is blisteringly hard to be good.

What had these people done to deserve a band of desperate rebels turning up on their doorsteps, and now more trouble! Yet, what had any of them done, what gods had they displeased to deserve the calamity that was the Romans?

The inner story, though the same in essence for all, is always single and unique in each human being, never before lived and never to be repeated.

I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.

Your life is a personal lesson. For everyone else it is a loud example.

Like a gift, beautifully wrapped at the foot of your bed each morning, today asks that you open it and enjoy everything inside. Exhaust yourself with all it has to offer!