If people do not believe that mathematics is simple, it is only because they do not realize how complicated life is.
I think life's too complex to be an accident.
Within the mystery of life there is the infinite darkness of the night sky lit by distant orbs of fire, the cobbled skin of an orange that releases its fragrance to our touch, the unfathomable depths of the eyes of our lover. No creation story, no religious system can fully describe or explain this richness and depth. Mystery is so every-present that no one can know for certain what will happen one hour from now. “ It does not matter whether you have religion or are an agnostic believe in nothing, You can only appreciate (without knowing or understanding) the mysteries of life.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Life was an impenetrable mystery cloaked in babble.
I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.
There are so many things that can take over your life: money, alcohol, drugs - even fashion. People hand you things, and you start to believe life is easy. And it's not like that - you're not supposed to be the person you play in the movies.
To a physicist life looks nothing short of a miracle. It's just amazing what living things can do.
Life is and will ever remain an equation incapable of solution, but it contains certain known factors.
Dying is no big deal. Living is the trick.
...thinking as he had thought before and would think again and as every other man has thought: how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
Life is a game played on us while we are playing other games.
We live in a world which in some respects is mysterious; things can be experienced which remain inexplicable; not everything which happens can be anticipated. The unexpected and the incredible belong in this world. Only then is life whole. For me the world has from the beginning been infinite and ungraspable.
Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?
Life isn't a book. There's no guarantee of a happy ending.
Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself.
You can go through your whole life telling yourself that life is logical, life is prosaic, life is sane. Above all sane. And I think it is. I've had a lot of time to think about that. And what I keep coming back to is [her] dying declaration: 'So you understand that when we increase the number of variables, the axioms themselves never change.'
We cut these numerous windings in our destinies daily with our own hands, while we imagine that we are pursuing a track on the royal high road of respectability and duty, and then complain of those ways being so intricate and so dark. We stand bewildered before the mystery of our own making, and the riddles of life that we will not solve, and then accuse the great Sphinx of devouring us.
What is life without incompatible realities?
When people are like, 'Life is good,' I go, 'No, life is a series of disastrous moments, painful moments, unexpected moments, and things that will break your heart. And in between those moments, that's when you savor, savor, savor.'
You don't wake up one morning and say, 'Today is going to be a comedy day.' And the next day, 'Today's going to be a drama day.' Things happen in life that are fun and light, and things happen that are heavier. You just have to move your way through life, and I think 'BoJack' is a good reflection of that.
The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter.
Life, in my view, is simple, tragic, and frighteningly beautiful.
My worthy friend, gray are all theories And green alone Life's golden tree.
You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.
