Under - Quotes
According to Jung, a stranger can see in an instant something in you that you might spend years learning about yourself. [...] How awful we all are when we look at ourselves under a light, finally seeing our reflections. How little we know about ourselves. How much forgiveness it must take to love a person, to choose not to see their flaws, or to see those flaws and love the person anyway. If you never forgive you`ll always be alone.
Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground. The dead don't care about pretty flowers and carved marble statues.
Love, true love, is always fatal. What I mean is, it does not aim at happiness, at an idyll, at a hand-in-hand eternity of sentimental walks under flowering lime trees, with a gentle light burning on the veranda behind, the house swimming in cool scents. Life can be that, but not love. Love burns with a fierce, more dangerous flame. One day you discover a desire in yourself to encounter this all-consuming passion.
There`s no merit in discipline under ideal circumstances. I`ll have it in the face of death, or it`s useless.
Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.
Where`d the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn`t stress at all
Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall.
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
My young son asked me what happens after we die. I told him we get buried under a bunch of dirt and worms eat our bodies. I guess I should have told him the truth - that most of us go to Hell and burn eternally - but I didn't want to upset him.
When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure.
If love [...] is the reason for being moral, what relevance does the existence or non-existence of a deity have? Why can we not be prompted to the ethical life by our own charitable feelings? The existence of a god adds nothing to our moral situation, other than an invisible policeman who sees what we do (even in privacy and under cover of night), and a threat of post-mortem terrors if we misbehave. Such additions are hardly an enrichment of the moral life, since the underpinning they offer consists of fear and threats of punishment: which is exactly what, among other things, the moral life seeks to free us from.
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.
Jealousy in romance is like salt in food. A little can enhance the savor, but too much can spoil the pleasure and, under certain circumstances, can be life-threatening.
We all live under the same sky, but we don`t all have the same horizon.
We are all brothers under the skin. And I for one would be willing to skin humanity to prove it.