The word 'living' has so many connotations that I'm almost reluctant to try to define it scientifically because it sounds as if I'm then downgrading all the other significances of that word.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little.
For the better part of my life, I was always trying to manufacture somehow what I would consider 'living.' Because I grew up sort of upper-middle class and I didn't relate so much to that as a life, and I wanted to really find 'living.'
A living thing is distinguished from a dead thing by the multiplicity of the changes at any moment taking place in it.
Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.
I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Life on earth is more like a verb. It repairs, maintains, re-creates, and outdoes itself.
Life is simply the reification of the process of living.
The mark of a living thing is to be involved in opposites (impossibilities): the living cell that has to be continually adapting itself to stay alive, with its identity.
No opposing quotes found.