Carlos Castaneda Quotes

... life is too short to do the whole.

It is so easy to waste our lives: Our days, our hours, our minutes ... it is so easy to exist instead of live.

It is only when we become aware that our time is limited that we can channel our energy into truly living

It is not uncommon for people to spend their whole life waiting to start living.

Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.

There is so little time for us all, I need to be able to say what I want quickly and to as many people as possible. Time passes so slowly if you are unaware of it and so quickly if you are aware of it.

The Span of Life is too short to be trifled away in unconcerning and unprofitable Matters.

Life is too short for a long story.

Life is very short and what we have to do must be done in the now.

Now I feel life is really short and I have to take care of things.

Each of us has... all the time there is. Those years, weeks, hours, are the sands in the glass running swiftly away. To let them drift through our fingers is tragic waste. To use them to the hilt, making them count for something, is the beginning of wisdom.

Every day, therefore, should be regulated as if it were the one that brings up the rear, the one that rounds out and completes our lives.

Life is short ... so why waste it doing something dumb?

We bring a deeper commitment to our happiness when we fully understand, that our time left is limited and we really need to make it count.

Life is too short so we must generalize.

You have to remember one life, one death–this one! To enter fully the day, the hour, the moment whether it appears as life or death, whether we catch it on the inbreath or outbreath, requires only a moment, this moment. And along with it all the mindfulness we can muster, and each stage of our ongoing birth, and the confident joy of our inherent luminosity. (24)

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.

Life is too short to waste . . . 'Twill soon be dark; Up! mind thine own aim, and God speed the mark!

Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.

I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.

If you have time don't wait for time.

Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping.

I pray that we will not wait until we are ready to die before we truly learn to live.

The passing moment is all we can be sure of; it is only common sense to extract its utmost value from it.