People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren’t already complicated enough.
People spend a lifetime thinking about how they would really like to live. I asked my friends and no one seems to know very clearly. To me it’s very clear now. I wish my life could have been like the years when I was writing “Love in the Time of Cholera.”
People seem good while they are oppressed, but they only wish to become oppressors in their turn: life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.
People say that where there’s life, there’s hope, and I have no quarrel with that, but I also believe the reverse. There is hope, therefore I live.
People miss happiness by chasing after false values and repressing the feelings that make life valuable and beautiful. When you get up in the morning feeling fine your experience during just those few minutes or hours when you are reacting happily to life is an end in itself.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
People don’t find the personal lives of people with much, much more power than any celebrity would have – don’t find their personal lives interesting.
People always live for ever when there is an annuity to be paid them.
Passionate — that means to live for the sake of living.
Our life is made by the death of others.[Facciamo nostra vita coll’ altrui morte.]
Our life is determined for us; and it makes the mind very free when we give up wishing, and only think of bearing what is laid upon us, and doing what is given us to do.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
