By Ayn Rand
A man is born alone and dies alone; And he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; And he goes alone to hell or the supreme abode.
Karma brings us ever back to rebirth, binds us to the wheel of births and deaths. Good karma drags us back as relentlessly as bad, and the chain which is wrought out of our virtues holds as firmly and as closely as that forged from our vices.
If I used justice, you’d all be dead. The karma that you throw at me when you don’t like me, if I just let it come back, you’d all be destroyed in no time.
When a bird is alive, it eats ants. When bird dies, ants eat it. One tree can be made into million matchsticks but only one matchstick is enough to burn million trees. Circumstances can change at any time. You may be powerful today but time is more powerful than you.
Whether or not we believe in survival of consciousness after death, reincarnation, and karma, it has very serious implications for our behavior.
When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.
The only power any government has is the power to crack down on criminals. Well, when there aren’t enough criminals, one makes them. One declares so many things to be a crime that it becomes impossible for men to live without breaking laws.
Live and act within the limit of your knowledge and keep expanding it to the limit of your life.
The purpose of morality is to teach you, not to suffer and die, but to enjoy yourself and live.
If you know that this life is all that you have, wouldn’t you make the most of it?
Every honest man lives for himself. Every man worth calling a man lives for himself. The one who doesn’t – doesn’t live at all.
Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.
The greatest victory has been to be able to live with myself, to accept my shortcomings… I’m a long way from the human being I’d like to be. But I’ve decided I’m not so bad after all.
Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering – because you can’t take it in all at once.
Giving is living. If you stop wanting to give, there’s nothing more to live for.
We were strange in love, her and I. Too wild to last, too rare to die.
I promise to live a life so rich of love that at the end I will not be so shy of death.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.
What is the age of death? Not even a couple of moments. Life is a progression, it’s not a matter of a day or two!
Animals hear about death for the first time when they die.
