Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
I’ve wondered, though, if one of the reasons we fail to acknowledge the brilliance of life is because we don’t want the responsibility inherent in the acknowledgment. We don’t want to be characters in a story because characters have to move and breathe and face conflict with courage. And if life isn’t remarkable, then we don’t have to do any of that; we can be unwilling victims instead of grateful participants.
—Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
—Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.
—T.S. Eliot, The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism