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“Eventually, it boils down to two choices â€� do I wish to experience this physical reality primarily through joy or do I want to experience it through suffering? That’s all there is to it. And since each person eventually works their way toward the realization that conscious expansion can happen through joy rather than suffering â€� enlightenment is a natural byproduct.”
― Alaric Hutchinson, Living Peace: Essential Teachings For Enriching Life

“Inspiration may come from many places but motivation - the love of life, daily drive and the will to thrive - that must come from you from within”
― Rasheed Ogunlaru

“Wer auf dem Kopf geht, der hat den Himmel als Abgrund unter sich.”
― Paul Celan

“But as I try and understand how life works--and why some people cope better than others with adversity--I come back to something to do with saying yes to life, which is love of life, however inadequate, and love for the self, however found. Not in the me-first way that is the opposite of life and love, but with a salmon-like determination to swim upstream, however choppy upstream is, because this is your stream...”
― Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

“Sudden singing was the only type I really missed. When sudden singing happened it came out of the blue and made me feel so good that my toes curled up and I got goose bumps all over my body and tears in my eyes.”
― Karen Foxlee, The Anatomy of Wings

“O happiness! O happiness! Wilt thou perhaps sing, O my soul? Thou liest in the grass. But this is the secret, solemn hour, when no shepherd playeth his pipe.

Take care! Hot noontide sleepeth on the fields. Do not sing! Hush! The world is perfect.

Do not sing, thou prairie-bird, my soul! Do not even whisper! Lo—hush! The old noontide sleepeth, it moveth its mouth: doth it not just now drink a drop of happiness�

—An old brown drop of golden happiness, golden wine? Something whisketh over it, its happiness laugheth. Thus—laugheth a God. Hush!

"For happiness, how little sufficeth for happiness!" Thus spoke I once and thought myself wise. But it was a blasphemy: that have I now learned. Wise fools speak better.

The least thing precisely, the gentlest thing, the lightest thing, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a whisk, an eye-glance—little maketh up the best happiness. Hush!”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

“even so did you feel yourself swept away by that inward migration about which no one had ever said a word to you…A great wind swept through and delivered from the matrix the sleeping prince you sheltered- man within you. You are the equal of the musician composing his music, of the physicist extending the frontier of knowledge…you have reached an altitude where all loves are of the same stuff.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars

“Detachment doesn’t mean you should ignore form; it means you have to attach to form through and through. A form may bother you, but you need form because you love truth, you love peace, you love life itself.”
― Dainin Katagiri, Each Moment Is the Universe: Zen and the Way of Being Time

“I listened mesmerized, visualizing the goddess with her divine mate, wondering if it was possible for humans to replicate this perfect relationship. Would I be blessed with such a love in my life?”
― Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Forest of Enchantments

“Oh, well, I know that Libby." He rolls his eyes. "I've never met anyone more committed to, well, life that you are."
"Really?" I swallow rather hard. "Even though I keep on screwing my life up?"
"Sweetheart, precisely because you keep screwing your life up! I mean look at you. You had the crappiest career eve in the world before you turned everything around and became this shit-hot jewellery designer. You set your head on fire with a cigarette and ended up being utterly adored by the guy who had to put you out... And I do adore you, by the way," he adds, in a nonchalant sort of way, "in case you ever had wondered. Oh, and then there's your love of life. Loads of girls would have just sunk...”
― Lucy Holliday, A Night in with Grace Kelly

“If your taste, and therefore the taste buds of your soul, have grown accustomed to the flavor of bitterness—and consuming it to the last drop, your playful spirit has run completely dry—do this, and you’ll discover the highly sought but rarely found fountain of youth.

Push far out from the populated shore, then stretch out over the side of your canoe, and peer down into the deep deep waters. When the shark begins to emerge within your reflection, don’t be afraid, let it completely devour your big head, as you have also taught the beast to consume others. Fear not! You will no longer need it on your odyssey. The humiliating disfiguration will kill you but it won’t hurt you.

Rather, it will make space for your heart to turtlehead as an old, wise, and happy sage with an insatiable thirst for the drunkenness of good spirits, that can be found in every home, temple, and tavern that litters the shore, and brings cheer and love of life to the rigid bitter bones.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones, Giants At Play: Finding Wisdom, Courage, And Acceptance To Encounter Your Destiny

“Know that love would stick no matter how hard you are to break into, know that love would stick no matter how protective you have become of your own self. Love would find its way like nothing ever has.”
― Suchet chaturvedi

“Love is not just the words you say to them at that moment but it’s also the things you do for them for the rest of your life.”
― Mohith Agadi

“He did not ask me to shoot him; perhaps at the very end he loved his vanishing life.”
― Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli's Mandolin filmscript

“He envied this in them, this ability they had to still be awestruck, the faith they maintained that life, adulthood, would keep presenting them with astonishing experiences, that their marvelous years were not behind them... What must it feel like to be an adult and still discovering the world's pleasures?”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“To be fearlessly vulnerable with someone…One of the deepest, most desirable paradoxes of love.”
― Carlos Wallace, The Other 99 T.Y.M.E.S: Train Your Mind to Enjoy Serenity

“Hope is only the love of life.”
― Sally Brampton, Shoot the Damn Dog: A Memoir of Depression

“Sometimes you look around the world, to see the dazzling walls and showering fountains of it, and feel like that today is the end and beginning at the same time. That's the moment you discover something new of yourself. That's love, cause and life.”
― Sami Babar

“Happy endings are climax of movies,
in reality people die with their griefs,
accept this truth and learn to deal with this ,
Doesn't matter heart but back must be strong,
we don't know how many knives people will stabbed there”
― Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"

“I don't need alcohol to see the world in its depths, I carry the sun in me. - On Being Inebriated.”
― Lamine Pearlheart

“Life; that brittle thing in the barren eternity lasting for billions of years. - On Life.”
― Lamine Pearlheart

“By the late spring, you planted a seed when the sunshine felt the rain, how rare, how beautiful... An eternal feeling circulating through the deepest core, an extreme decoupling of perception and attention; show me the meaning!
Still fresh and clean, where did you mastered in loving?”
― Rabin Paudel

“In the measure of a day, I heard the music play, and from afar, I watched its beauty unfurl. Its burbling streams, I heard. Its crinkled leaves, I saw. Its salted air whirled against grassesâ€� virescent and tall, and from a distance, the birds carried a tune, of a dance I knew.”
― Marilyn Velez

“Always, from the first time he went there to see Eros and the lights, that circus have a magnet for him, that circus represent life, that circus is beginning and the ending of the world. Every time he go there, he have the same feeling like when he see it the first night, drink coca-cola, any time is guinness time, bovril and the fireworks, a million flashing lights, gay laughter, the wide doors of theatres, the huge posters, everready batteries, rich people going into tall hotels, people going to the theatre, people sitting and standing and walking and talking and laughing and buses and cars and Galahad Esquire, in all this, standing there in the big city, in London. Oh Lord.”
― Sam Selvon, The Lonely Londoners

“If you ever see me with a man, it's because waking up in the morning with that person makes me feel more alive than waking up in the morning on my own. If I feel more free and more alive on my own, you're not going to see me with a man. I have no fear of loneliness but I have a fear of having to wake up beside anyone who makes me feel less sparkly, less able to fly. I have a fear of not really drinking in life deeply; of merely sipping it politely.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“The breeze is nothing but kisses
blown to us by the universe
to tickle the remembrance
of the love for being alive”
― Valentina Quarta, The Purpose Ladder

“I’m fearless as long as my eyes are open. It doesn’t matter if I belong here or if I never truly gel with humanity. I’m in this game because it’s rich and I’m not going to bed tonight because who knows how much longer I’ll have to spend these endless coins of enlightenment.”
― Laurie Perez, The Look of Amie Martine

“The belief in permanence â€� the hardest belief to give up â€� is an attack on pleasure. Good mourning, in Freud's terms, keeps people moving on, keeps them in time; bad mourning becomes something to an ascetic personal religion. It is impossible to love life, Freud intimates, without loving transience. Religion shores promises against our ruin.”
― Adam Phillips, Darwin's Worms: On Life Stories and Death Stories

“The belief in permanence â€� the hardest belief to give up â€� is an attack on pleasure. Good mourning, in Freud's terms, keeps people moving on, keeps them in time; bad mourning becomes something akin to an ascetic personal religion. It is impossible to love life, Freud intimates, without loving transience. Religion shores promises against our ruin.”
― Adam Phillips

“To love objects is to love life.”
― Theodore Roethke, Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke