Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.
You're only human. You live once and life is wonderful, so eat the damned red velvet cupcake.
To me, everything is wonderful. Life is wonderful.
Devotion as an act is vulgar. Devotion as a way of life is wonderful. If you are a great devotee, it is ugly. If you are devout, it is beautiful.
For the first time in my life, I have tasted life. Life is wonderful but very dangerous. If you have the courage to live it - it's marvelous!
As I accepted the change of the golden hair of my childhood to the reddish-brown hair of my youth without regret, so I also accept my silver hair-and I am ready to accept the time when my hair and the rest of my clay garment returns to the dust from which it came, while my spirit goes on to freer living. It is the season for my hair to be silver, and each season has its lessons to teach. Each season of life is wonderful if you have learned the lessons of the season before. It is only when you go on with lessons unlearned that you wish for a return.
Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.
Life is wonderful, so revel in its beauty. Be all you can be, and let go of the past. It is nothing but shadows.
A hundred years from now, people will look back on us and laugh. They'll say, 'You know what people used to believe? They believed in photons and electrons. Can you imagine anything so silly?' They'll have a good laugh, because by then there will be newer better fantasies... And meanwhile, you feel the way the boat moves? That's the sea. That's real. You smell the salt in the air? You feel the sunlight on your skin? That's all real. Life is wonderful. It's a gift to be alive, to see the sun and breathe the air. And there isn't really anything else.
Life is hard. Life is beautiful. Life is difficult. Life is wonderful.
The academic life is wonderful. That's why people love to do research.
There is someone special in my life right now, and I'm really happy with that, life is wonderful at the moment.
It's like everything in your life is wonderful, but you have so much wonderful - this is all going to sound horrible - but when you have so much wonderful, it isn't wonderful because you don't actually have time to enjoy it.
The older books were quite light-hearted. But I think most of my novels do end on a deep note of pessimism. Shadows seem to be closing in. The final conclusion isn't that life is wonderful and everything is bright and cheery and in the garden.
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