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We are coming to understand health not as the absence of disease, but rather as the process by which individuals read more
We are coming to understand health not as the absence of disease, but rather as the process by which individuals maintain their sense of coherence (i.e. sense that life is comprehensible, manageable, and meaningful) and ability to function in the face of changes in themselves and their relationships with their environment. -Aaron Antonovsky.
St. Teresa of Avila described our life in this world as like a night at a second-class hotel.
St. Teresa of Avila described our life in this world as like a night at a second-class hotel.
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.
Life is like a hot bath. It feels good while you're in it, but the longer you stay in, the read more
Life is like a hot bath. It feels good while you're in it, but the longer you stay in, the more wrinkled you get. -Robbert Oustin.
Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.
Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.
He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.
He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.
I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven read more
I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.
Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.
Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.