Life.figured Out Quotes

When you’re young, you can assume that everyone older than you has life figured out. Once you get command yourself, you realize we’re all just the same kids wearing older bodies.

I am struck by how, except when you're young, you really need to prioritize in life, figuring out in what order you should divide up your time and energy. If you don't get that sort of system set by a certain age, you'll lack focus and your life will be out of balance.

I’m struck by how, except when you’re young, you really need to prioritize in life, figuring out in what order you should divide up your time and energy. If you don’t get that sort of system set by a certain age, you’ll lack focus and your life will be out of balance.

Do you ever get the feeling like you already know the entire contents of the universe somewhere inside of your head, as if you were born with a complete map of this world already grafted onto the folds of your cerebellum and you are just spending your entire life figuring out how to access this map?

We just never know. We think we do. We think we have life figured out, and in our arrogance we become hard. But life has a way of humbling us, of softening us.

But Mother, I don't want to go. It's just that...I have to. I can't spend the rest of my life hiding in the attic. [...] I don't want to be a burden[...]I want to do something with my life. Figure out ways to help other third kids. Make—make a difference in the world.

I want you. I want to give you pleasure, both mentally and physically all day and every night for the rest of our lives. I want to be the reason you smile.” I watched as a slight flush crept up her neck, pleased. She longed for that too, it seemed. “I want to spend hours and years of my life figuring out ways of making you happy. I want you to feel the same way about me. Not because I’ve demanded it of you, but because every piece of you longs for me. I want our passion to ignite the world around us, making even the stars jealous.

When I was a kid, I thought I had my life figured out. I knew where I was going. I was sure of whom I was and what I was. I was wrong. See, life is a journey of twist and turns that mold who we are; however, it is not the twist and turns which mold us, but rather, how we take and handle the twist and turns thrown at us. It was not until life threw me flat on my face that I truly discovered who I am and what I am. I am a perpetual work-in-progress. And you know what? I am quite all right with that.

Dogs have a lot of things about life figured out; they aren’t afraid to let something go. Their hearts are always open to loving more.

Lukewarm people do not live by faith; their lives are structured so they never have to. They don't have to trust God if something unexpected happens- they have their savings account. They don't need God to help them- they have their retirement plan in place. They don't genuinely seek out what life God would have them live- they have life figured and mapped out. They don't depend on God on a daily basis- their refrigerators are full and, for the most part, they are in good health. The truth is, their lives wouldn't look much different if they suddenly stopped believing in God.

Maybe that’s the rite of passage before you become a man—realizing your father doesn’t have life figured out any more than you do.

count all the things you are grateful for. Even the negative parts of your life. Figure out why you should be grateful for them. Try to get up to one hundred.

Don't live below your means whatever you want in life, figure out how to increase your cash flow and expand your means.

I had to look at my entire life, figure out what had gone wrong, and fix it. To do that, I had to go down into the abyss and face the pain.

Perspective. When you're young, you can assume that everyone older than you has life figured out. Once you get command yourself, you realize we're all just the same kids wearing older bodies.

I don’t tell him I hate him yet. Maybe I never will. I don’t know what good it would do to let him know that I don’t see him the same way anymore. Now he’s just … normal. Human. Maybe that’s the rite of passage before you become a man—realizing your father doesn’t have life figured out any morethan you do.

We are our nervous systems, the complex combination of billions of neurons firing in distinctive patterns. What's more exciting than spending my life figuring out what a little chunk of these neurons can accomplish?

... The group is a wonderful mix of people - a microcosm, I believe, of what's really out there. Listen, Lucy, you do my job for a while and here's what you learn. No one is normal. Everybody struggles with something. Marital problems, depression, codependency, maybe a looming fascination with shoes or leather bags that keeps her working overtime shifts to pay off her debt. Whatever. Stop thinking everyone else has it together. It's not true. Precious few people have life figured out. 'Normal' just isn't normal anymore.

One thing about Gab: she has her life figured out and is fearless about it. I so badly wanted to tell her I had good news of my own.

He didn’t feel the need to have his life figured out. But the truth was that he didn’t want to deal with it.

To live an intentional life, then, you don’t need to have your whole life figured out. Instead, all you have to do is have some purpose or reason behind every decision you make.

This is life, figure out what needs to be done and do it right; that is how you live a fruitful life.

Perspective. When you are young, you can assume that everyone older than you has life figured out. Once you get command yourself, you realize we are all just the same kids wearing older bodies.

It’s funny how, when you’re a teenager, you think you’re the only inexperienced, nervous human on the planet. You think almost every other teenager has life figured out way better than you do, but it isn’t that way at all.

It’s funny how, when you’re a teenager, you think you’re the only inexperienced,nervous human on the planet.You think almost every other teenager has life figured out way better than you do , but it isn’t that way at all.We were both scared.And infatuated.And in love .

Here’s an exercise for those who typically wake up anxious and paranoid at three in the morning: instead of counting sheep to get back to sleep, count all the things you are grateful for. Even the negative parts of your life. Figure out why you should be grateful for them. Try to get up to one hundred.

Ironsides used to complain about how hard this job was,” he grumbled. “You know the worst part about being in charge, Spin?” “No, sir.” “Perspective. When you’re young, you can assume that everyone older than you has life figured out. Once you get command yourself, you realize we’re all just the same kids wearing older bodies.

I was living and working at a bar in Williamsburg, a young, artsy, vibrant neighbourhood, and nobody had any preconceptions about who I was. I could be myself, in all my flawed glory, and it was liberating. Taking charge of my own life. Figuring out what truly made me happy and surrounding myself with people I liked hanging out with.

Unlike almost everyone he knew at college, Jonah was not particularly ambitious. When people inquired about his ambitions, he told them that his mother's non-acquisitive folksinger's values must have rubbed off on him, because he didn't feel the need to have his life figured out. But the truth was that he didn't want to deal with it.

The Bible specifically notes that Abram was seventy-five years old when this all went down (v. 4). Seventy-five! Abram was no young man, and this blows up two myths: first, that a person needs to have life figured out when he or she is twenty, and second, that God doesn’t give great callings to people when they’re older and established in life.

It’s never too late to do what you were made to do. You didn’t make a wrong turn before; you merely turned into someone else. Go with it. It might mean a career change, or it might simply mean shifting your schedule to prioritize your newfound passions. Whatever it looks like at this stage of your life, figure out what you were made to do and then do a lot of that.

know you well enough to do that. Truth is, biblical principles are unchanging, but we’re at different places and we can have a variety of relationship goals within the guardrails that God has set up. So, relax and remember… you don’t have to have your whole life figured out from the start. Your relationship goals can, and actually should, change over time. You aren’t doomed if you’ve made a mistake; every one of us has access to heavenly redemption. I should know.

Before all this , I had my life figured out to some extent ... [sic.] The mundane nature of it was like a familiar painting on the wall. The one you lived with long enough that you don't even notice it anymore. But that morning, something changed. That morning I noticed a flame of paint falling off from it. There seemed to be a while other painting underneath it ... [sic.] A restless part of me mused about the hidden possibilities of this new painting ... [sic.] considered tearing down the layer of familiarity for a chance of something amazing.

Let me tell you a joke, Rora said. Mujo wakes up one day, after a long night of drinking, and asks himself what the meaning of life is. He goes to work, but realizes that is not what life is or should be. He decides to read some philosophy and for years studies everything from the old Greeks onward, but can't find the meaning of life. Maybe it's the family, he thinks, so he spends time with his wife, Fata, and the kids, but finds no meaning in that and so he leaves them. He thinks, Maybe helping others is the meaning of life, so he goes to medical school, graduates with flying colors, goes to Africa to cure malaria and transplants hearts, but cannot discover the meaning of life. He thinks, maybe it's the wealth, so he becomes a businessman, starts making money hand over fist, millions of dollars, buys everything there is to buy, but that is not what life is about. Then he turns to poverty and humility and such, so he gives everything away and begs on the streets, but still he cannot see what life is. He thinks maybe it is literature: he writes novel upon novel, but the more he writes the more obscure the meaning of life becomes. He turns to God, lives the life of a dervish, reads and contemplates the Holy Book of Islam - still, nothing. He studies Christianity, then Judaism, then Buddhism, then everything else - no meaning of life there. Finally, he hears about a guru living high up in the mountains somewhere in the East. The guru, they say, knows what the meaning of life is. So Mujo goes east, travels for years, walks roads, climbs the mountain, finds the stairs that lead up to the guru. He ascends the stairs, tens of thousands of them, nearly dies getting up there. At the top, there are millions of pilgrims, he has to wait for months to get to the guru. Eventually it is his turn, he goes to a place under a big tree, and there sits the naked guru, his legs crossed, his eyes closed, meditating, perfectly peaceful - he surely knows the meaning of life, Mujo says: I have dedicated my life to discovering the meaning of life and I have failed, so I have come to ask you humbly, O Master, to divulge the secret to me. The guru opens his eyes, looks at Mujo, and calmly says, My friend, life is a river. Mujo stares at him for a long time, cannot believe what he heard. What's life again? Mujo asks. Life is a river, the guru says. Mujo nods and says, You turd of turds, you goddamn stupid piece of shit, you motherfucking cocksucking asshole. I have wasted my life and come all this way for you to tell me that life is a fucking river. A river? Are you kidding me? That is the stupidest, emptiest fucking thing I have ever heard. Is that what you spent your life figuring out? And the guru says, What? It is not a river? Are you saying it is not a river?

The word adult implies that all the people who've attained legal majority make up a coherent category, but we are travelers who change and traverse a changing country as we go. The road is tattered and elastic. Childhood fades gradually in some ways, never ends in others; adulthood arrives in small, irregular installments if it arrives; and every person is on her own schedule, or rather there is none for the many transitions. When you leave home, if you had one, when you start out on your own, you're someone who was a child for most of her life, though even what it means to be a child is ill-defined. Some people have others who will tend and fund and sometimes confine them all their lives, some people are gradually weaned, some of us are cut off abruptly and fend for ourselves, some always did. Still, out on your own, you're a new immigrant to the nation of adults, and the customs are strange: you're learning to hold together all the pieces of a life, figure out what that life is going to be and who is going to be part of it, and what you will do with your self-determination.

I don’t want to lose you. Us. Please give me a second chance. I’ll try not to mess up too badly.” She was afraid, unsure if what he said was for real. “What happens if you get scared again?” “Fair question, given my actions.” He loosened his hold but didn’t let go of her. “No one knows what the future holds. Things might not be perfect between us, but I won’t leave you. I thought I had my life figured out until you came along. I let fear drive me away. Only I learned being without you was the worst thing ever. I won’t let that happen again.

Perspective. When you’re young, you can assume that everyone older than you has life figured out. Once you get command yourself, you realize we’re all just the same kids wearing older bodies.

Iadmire dogs because they have life figured out. They are here to love and be loved, and that’s pretty much it. There are side jobs they attend to with gusto—eating, napping, barking at squirrels, maybe digging some holes in the yard—but loving others and being loved in return is the main gig, and they know it. They ignore most everything that gets us upset and remain laser-focused on why we’re all here. They’re role models, honestly, and they remind me of what’s important.

You awakened something inside myself I never knew existed See, before I met you I thought I had life figured out But, you taught me so many lessons You taught me Desire And when that desire wasn't returned You taught me Longing And when that longing was met with indifference You taught me Anger And when I used that anger to hurt those undeserving You taught me Regret And when I realized my feelings would never be returned You taught me Despair

it helpful to draw pictures or diagrams, another way to work visually with the interior life. Figure 5: Four Ways to Prepare for Desolation 1. Observe the course of thoughts. 2. Look out for false consolation. 3. Attend to vulnerabilities. 4. Seek God in your painful past. Another purpose for journaling while in consolation is the simple gathering of evidence. It is in consolation when we see things as they really are-that is, we are able to see the goodness of God's creation inside us and all around us. Our assessments of relationships, of our own strengths and gifts, and of our friendship

Hollingsworth turns out to be a single-minded manipulator who plans to take over the colony for his own purposes. He is, in short, much like a number of real-life figures who succeeded in exploiting the utopian idealism of the era, “men of iron masquerading in Arcadian costume,” as one commentator has called them. Eventually the narrator comes to understand that such men “have no heart, no sympathy, no reason, no conscience. They will keep no friend, unless he make himself the mirror of their purpose; they will smite and slay you, and trample your dead corpse under foot.” In a time when, as Marx and Engels memorably put it, “all that is solid melts into air,” the Hollingsworths of the world—and the Strangs—offered firmness and strength; in a time when “all fixed, fast-frozen relations…are swept away,” they offered a sense of connection; and in a time of “everlasting uncertainty,” they offered absolute confidence.

Get someone in their ideal environment and they'll exceed expectations. I guess that's life - figuring out where you're meant to be." -Astra

It's funny how when, you're a teenager, you think you're the only inexperienced, nervous human on the planet. You think almost every other teenager has life figured out way better than you do, but it isn't that way at all.

Now he's just...normal. Human. Maybe that's the rite of passage before you become a man-realizing your father doesn't have life figured out anymore than you do.

There is a promising idea that I will be spending the rest of my life figuring out my Self.

Sometimes it seems that a plan is a useful illusion until life figures out where you really should be headed.

Your family can be the people you’re born into or the people you choose or some combination of both, but we all step into love. We’re all on this crash course of life figuring out the people who we’re meant to let go and the ones who are worth every risk.

You should stand on the shoulder of the giant, and not waste your life figuring out things that have already been figured out.

Perhaps freedom in Christ is freedom from the modern pressures to have life figured out by a certain time.

LUKEWARM PEOPLE do not live by faith; their lives are structured so they never have to. They don’t have to trust God if something unexpected happens—they have their savings account. They don’t need God to help them—they have their retirement plan in place. They don’t genuinely seek out what life God would have them live—they have life figured and mapped out. They don’t depend on God on a daily basis—their refrigerators are full and, for the most part, they are in good health. The truth is, their lives wouldn’t look much different if they suddenly stopped believing in God.

Simplicity, balance, character, direction and relation of the limbs to each other, with their proportions and general symmetry of the whole, must be apprehended in a flash and put down in long lines, without lingering on less important details of form, for there is little time to hesitate in making a ten-minutes sketch. The quicker we draw, the better, so long as we can keep up the tension of our eyes, brain and hand all working together at the same time. The moment one of these three faculties gets out of gear or tired, the vitality of the drawing is lost. An intelligent model in a good pose inspires us enormously to produce an artistic and living drawing. A drawing done in a few minutes, in a red-hot fever of excitement and with concentrated observation, following the contour of the form from start to finish, is far more living than the often elaborated drawings of a cataleptic, relaxed figure, dumped upon the traditional throne, so often seen in art schools ; for the essence of life figure drawing lies in the outline. There is no short cut, no royal road to excellence : the only way is by persistent study and cultivation of visual memory.

don’t have life figured out. But I sure am trying my best. If I fall, to learn from it so that when I rise, I have the gift — the lesson — that I absorb into myself and share.

I don’t have life figured out. But I sure am trying my best. If I fall, to learn from it so that when I rise, I have the gift — the lesson — that I absorb into myself and share.

What belongs to someone else may not be the prescription you need in your life. Figure your life out.

Because I was made for your pleasure, Lara. It’s simple. I’m good at making you come, because I’m obsessed with you. I’ve spent my life figuring you out. And apparently, this was the real reason.

Most of us look forward to the day when our identity hardens, like a cast protecting against life's dings. When we're younger, we yearn for the moment when we'll be fully formed and have life figured out. Maybe it's when we find love, or have kids, or write that book, or retire. And then we get older and realize that moment never happens. You're never done figuring it out, but hopefully you're better equipped to tolerate not knowing.

When I was thirteen and looked at the twenty-one-year-olds, I thought they were all full-fledged adults. I thought I would be an adult by now, that I would have a career and a house and all my life figured out. I was still just a kid in a grown body. I had no idea what was going on, and that scared the shit out of me. When was adulthood supposed to kick in, and was it ever going to happen to me?

And the rainbow will continue to arch its radiant colors always after a storm. So don't worry if you haven't gotten your love life figured out yet. It will come to you. And when it does, it will come naturally. A love that you don't have to actively find. A love that will find you.

Iadmire dogs because they have life figured out. They are here to love and be loved, and that’s pretty much it. There are side jobs they attend to with gusto—eating, napping, barking at squirrels, maybe digging some holes in the yard—but loving others and being loved in return is the main gig, and they know it.

I just didn’t realize you had your life figured out already,” I tell him. “I’m impressed.” “I don’t, really. I just do stuff I like and see how it goes.