Andrew Schneider quotes

A man should not leave this earth with unfinished business. He should live each day as if it was a pre-flight check. He should ask each morning, am I prepared to lift-off
One person can have a profound effect on another. And two people…well, two people can work miracles. They can change a whole town. They can change the world.
You’ve been listening to the adagio from Beethoven’s 7th Symphony. I think Ludwig pretty much summed up death in this one. You know, he had lost just about all his hearing when he wrote it, and I’ve often wondered if that didn’t help him tune into the final silence of the great beyond.
The fact that we don’t know this man, isn’t important really. Cause his experience is our experience, and his fate is our fate. Vani tass, vani tatum, et omni i vani tass, says the preacher. All is vanity I think that’s a pretty good epitaph for all of us. When we’re stripped of all our worldly possessions and all our fame, family, friends, we all face death alone. But it’s that solitude in death that’s our common bond in life. I know it’s ironic, but that’s just the way things are. Vani tass, vani tatum, et omni i vani tass. Only when we understand all is vanity, only then, it isn’t.
I am going to concentrate on what’s important in life. I’m going to strive everyday to be a kind and generous and loving person. I’m going to keep death right here, so that anytime I even think about getting angry at you or anybody else, I’ll see death and I’ll remember.
If you were in a burning house and there was a cat and a Rembrandt, what would you save The cat…you would save the cat, because the cat is alive. The art is dead. It’s just paint on a canvas, ink on a page. To live for art is to deny life. It’s just to destroy life.
There is nothing sadder in this world than the waste of human potential. The purpose of evolution is to raise us out of the mud, not have us grovelling in it.
We hold in our hands, the most precious gift of all Freedom. The freedom to express our art. Our love. The freedom to be who we want to be. We are not going to give that freedom away and no one shall take it from us
You bluffed me I don’t like it when people bluff me. It makes me question my perception of reality.
Men are confused. They’re conflicted. They want a woman who’s their intellectual equal, but they’re afraid of women like that. They want a woman they can dominate, but then they hate her for being weak. It’s an ambivalence that goes back to a man’s relationship with his mother. Source of his life, center of his universe, object of both his fear and his love.
People are simply incapable of prolonged, sustained goodness.
It’s no accident that the church and the graveyard stand side by side. The city of the dead sleeps encircled by the city of the living.
The day is coming, and it ain’t going to be long, when you ain’t even gonna have to leave your living room. No more schools, nor more bodegas, no more tabernacles, no more cinneplexes. You’re going to snuggle up to your fiber optics baby and bliss out.
This is Chris-in-the-Morning with the weather and time–24 hours later than it was yesterday and cold.
There’s a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.
By mid-November I always like to have an extra 15 pounds on me.
If you’re going to be a healer, it’s not enough to read books and learn allegorical stories. you need to get your feet wet, get some clinical experience under your belt.
Death is the enemy. I spent 10 years of my life singlemindedly studying, practicing, fighting hand to hand in close quarters to defeat the enemy, to send him back bloodied and humble and I am not going to roll over and surrender.
Life here is so elemental. So real. Without the interference of civilization you can really experience things like,…silence. Silence and darkness in its purity. Right now, right outside my window all I can see is a black void. Endless darkness. It’s totally exhilarating, and I feel very lucky to be here. Very, very lucky.
Well, you’re either lovers or you’re wanting to be lovers or you’re trying not to be lovers so you can be friends, but any way you look at it, sex is always looming in the picture like a shadow, like an undertow.
Life is everywhere. The earth is throbbing with it, it’s like music. The plants, the creatures, the ones we see, the ones we don’t see, it’s like one, big, pulsating symphony.
Life’s dirty. Life’s unclean you know. It’s birth, it’s sex, it’s the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We’re like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we’re slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we’re making these glorious, gooey, mud pies. That’s us.
Weird, isn’t it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you’ll never hear a robin’s song again or see a blossom on a cherry tree, when one day you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini blinds is softened with a tick of rose and the cold morning air has lost its bite. It’s spring once again, the streets are paved with mud and the hills are alive with the sound of mosquitos.
I feel like I can handle a lot of things. I can handle a parasitic infection and separating lesions, arterial sclerosis. But this stuff…I just want to go through life thinking people are happy, naive as that may sound.
It’s just human. We all have the jungle inside of us. We all have wants and needs and desires, strange as they may seem. If you stop to think about it, we’re all pretty creative, cooking up all these fantasies. it’s like a kind of poetry.
Time for the weather report. It’s cold out folks. Bonecrushing cold. The kind of cold which will wrench the spirit out of a young man, or forge it into steel.
But then there’s a moment like tonight, a profound and transcendent experience, the feeling as if a door has opened, and it’s all because of that instrument, that incredible, magical instrument.
There were always people like the pope. They serve a certain function, of course. They subsidize us. But, they don’t create anything and they must never be allowed to stop the artist from creating.
They didn’t need men because they had each other, a significant other. It doesn’t matter if the cat’s in pants or pedal-pushers. I don’t think we’re supposed to fly solo.
Hey, what do you think drives all this grey matter up here Electricity. It’s brain waves surfing on synaptic junctions. If your radio can go out because of sun spots, why can’t your cerebellum It’s all a matter of reception and it seems to me these signals are going to get crossed somehow. It’s all logical.
Marriage is the union of disparate elements. Male and female. Yin and yang. Proton and electron. What are we talking about here Nothing less than the very tension that binds the universe. You see, when we look at marriage, people, we’re are looking at creation itself. I am the sky, says the Hindu bridegroom to the bride. You are the earth. We are sky and earth united…. You are my husband. You are my wife. My feet shall run because of you. My feet shall dance because of you. My heart shall beat because of you. My eyes see because of you. My mind thinks because of you and I shall love because of you.
Trees like to have kids climb on them, but trees are much bigger than we are, and much more forgiving.
Marriage. It’s a hard term to define. Especially for me–I’ve ducked it like root canal. Still there’s no denying the fact that marriage ranks right up there with birth and death as one of the three biggies in the human safari. It’s the only one though that we’ll celebrate with a conscious awareness. Very few of you remember your arrival and even fewer of you will attend your own funeral.
Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry, More light. Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon, incandescent lights that banish the darkness from our caves to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Light is knowledge, light is life, light is light.
Despite everything I’ve achieved in my life, the culinary awards, the military commendations, the honorary degrees, I have never, ever lost sight of what’s truly important. The thing that gives meaning to these triumphs. Someone to share them with. A companion. A help mate. A wife.
I just have this feeling if I take pi, well past all this static, take pi to 10 million, 20 million digits, that I’ll find something really incredible. Not just a pattern, not just an order, but a sign. A mathematical sign.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, I don’t think you can measure life in terms of years. I think longevity doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with happiness. I mean happiness comes from facing challenges and going out on a limb and taking risks. If you’re not willing to take a risk for something you really care about, you might as well be dead.
A person has three choices in life. You can swim against the tide and get exhausted, or you can tread water and let the tide sweep you away, or you can swim with the tide, and let it take you where it wants you to go.
Continuous unremitting darkness has been known to send some people into an emotional tailspin, so the management here at KBHR radio suggests locking away the firearms. The desire to stick that 45 between the teeth can get pretty strong at times, so why invite temptation.
Real meaningful endeavours, the biggies in human existence, often require the sacrifice of others.
I used to think of all the billions of people in the world, and of all those people, how was I going to meet the right ones The right ones to be my friends, the right one to be my husband. Now I just believe you meet the people you’re supposed to meet.
As a doctor, as a man of science, I can tell you there is no such thing as curses Everything just happens as a question of probability. The statistical likelihood of a specific event.
I’m grateful to you. If it weren’t for you, I’d be in Cicely right now and I’d still be running that rat race, still locked in that commute. I’d be totally stressed, I’d be totally ignorant of what my life could be. I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.
There can be no spirituality, no sanctity, no truth without the female sex.
I always admired atheists. I think it takes a lot of faith.
She gave me more than just a sweater vest that night. She gave me all this. Nothing. She gave me nothing. That’s what I need. No phone book, no Game Boy, no pasta maker, TV Guide. Nowhere to go, nothing to do.
Sometimes the mind, for reasons we don’t necessarily understand, just decides to go to the store for a quart of milk.
Marriage. It’s like a cultural hand-rail. It links folks to the past and guides them to the future.
The vow of silence, that’s the mind-blower. See, talking is what I do… i t’s a real need with me, a craving, I’m like a word junkie. I never shut up. I talk to myself, I talk in my sleep. The idea of voluntarily turning off that tap, I can’t imagine it It’d be like, I don’t know, all the rivers in the world just slammed to a stop. No churning, no flowing, no white water, just stillness, crushing stillness. I don’t think I could stand it, locked up like that in my own psyche. I’d collapse into myself, I’d implode
What are man and woman if not members of two very different and warring tribes Yet decade after decade, century after century, they attempt in marriage to reconcile and forge a union. Why I don’t know. Biological imperative Divine law Or just a desire to connect to that mysterious other In any case, it’s always struck me as a hopeful thing.
Listen, can you hear it Spring’s sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin’s heart. Spring.
Greetings on this most exceedingly beautiful spring morning. A morning swollen with new life, a morning on which, if I had the voice, I would let loose with song. It’s hard to believe just a few short weeks ago we were eating our cornflakes in the wintery dark. Now, well it’s still kind of dim out there, but I can see the golden glow of Apollo’s chariot waiting in the wings, about to make its entrance. Winter’s on the lam, no doubt.
Let’s not kid ourselves. Whatever we diagnose, most patients, if they don’t die, get well by themselves. Our job is mainly to try to make them feel better do no harm.
As a scientist, I am not sure anymore that life can be reduced to a class struggle, to dialectical materialism, or any set of formulas. Life is spontaneous and it is unpredictable, it is magical. I think that we have struggled so hard with the tangible that we have forgotten the intangible.
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Anais Nin quotes

The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
We don’t see things as they are, we see things as we are.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.
When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
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Anatole France quotes

To imagine is everything, to know is nothing at all.
An education isn’t how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It’s being able to differentiate between what you know and what you don’t.
The whole art of teaching is only the art of awakening the natural curiosity of young minds for the purpose of satisfying it afterwards.
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream not only plan, but also believe.
Suffering . We owe to it all that is good in us, all that gives value to life we owe to it pity, we owe to it courage, we owe to it all the virtues.
To die for an idea is to place a pretty high price on conjecture.
If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing.
There is a certain impertinance in allowing oneself to be burned for an opinion.
It is human nature to think wisely and act foolishly.
One must never lose time in vainly regretting the past or in complaining against the changes which cause us discomfort, for change is the essence of life.
To die for an idea is to set a rather high price upon conjecture.
The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.
To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act.
It is better to understand little than to understand a lot.
When a thing has been said and well, have no scruple. Take it and copy it.
It is by acts and not by ideas that people live.
The average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever.
A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance.
Man is so made that he can only find relaxation from one kind of labor by taking up another.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves we must die to one life before we can enter another.
People who have no weaknesses are terrible there is no way of taking advantage of them.
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Ambrose Bierce quotes

Pray To ask the laws of the universe to be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.
Faith Belief without evidence in what is told by one who speaks without knowledge, of things without parallel.
Patience, n. A minor form of dispair, disguised as a virtue.
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum
Admiration, n. Our polite recognition of another’s resemblance to ourselves.
In our civilization, and under our republican form of government, intelligence is so highly honored that it is rewarded by exemption from the cares of office.
Barometer, n. An ingenious instrument which indicates what kind of weather we are having.
Absurdity, n. A statement or belief manifestly inconsistent with one’s own opinion.
Calamities are of two kinds misfortunes to ourselves, and good fortune to others.
Cabbage A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man’s head.
Brain an apparatus with which we think we think.
Bore, n. A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
Acquaintance, n. A person whom we know well enough to borrow from, but not well enough to lend to.
To be positive To be mistaken at the top of one’s voice.
There is nothing new under the sun but there are lots of old things we don’t know.
Politeness, n. The most acceptable hypocrisy.
Politics, n. Strife of interests masquerading as a contest of principles.
The covers of this book are too far apart.
The gambling known as business looks with austere disfavor upon the business known as gambling.
Painting The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic.
Quotation, n The act of repeating erroneously the words of another.
Children require guidance and sympathy far more than instruction.
Genius – To know without having learned to draw just conclusions from unknown premises to discern the soul of things.
History is an account mostly false, of events mostly unimportant, which are brought about by rulers, mostly knaves, and soldiers, mostly fools.
Pray To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled in behalf of a single petitioner confessed unworthy.
All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusions is called a philosopher.
Acquaintance. A person whom we know well enough to borrow from, but not well enough to lend to.
Absurdity. A statement or belief manifestly inconsistent with one’s own opinion.
Abstainer. A weak man who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure.
Quoting the act of repeating erroneously the words of another.
The world has suffered more from the ravages of ill-advised marriages than from virginity.
This ONLY is denied God The power to undo the past.
Egotist a person more interested in himself than in me.
There are four kinds of Homicide felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.
Callous, adj. Gifted with great fortitude to bear the evils afflicting another.
We know what happens to people who stay in the middle of the road. They get run over.
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Alexander Pope quotes

Wit is the lowest form of humor.
To err is human to forgive, divine.
In words as fashions the same rule will hold,Alike fantastic if too new or oldBe not the first by whome the new are tried,Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Hither the heroes and nymphs resort,To taste awhile the pleasures of a courtIn various talk th’instuctive hours they past,Who gave the ball, or paid the visit lastOne speaks the glory of the British Queen,And one describes a charming Indian screenlA third interprets motions, looks and eyesAt every word a reputation dies.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Words are like leaves and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow necked bottles the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring it out.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been wrong, which is but saying, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
He who tells a lie is not sensible of how great a task he undertakes for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
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