Mark Frost Quotes

We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.

Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? Those who seek the folly of unrelieved 'happiness'-who fear moods, who shun solitude, who do not know the diginity of occasional depression-can find bliss easily enough: in tranquilizing pills, or in senility. The purpose of life is not to be happy.

To be human is to be in a story.

The narrative of our lives is a total construct. We get to choose what that is. That is something I've realized as I've gotten older. I have a lot of choices about the story that I'm telling myself about my life. So where do I find meaning?

How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.

Novelists are in the business of constructing consciousness out of words, and that's what we all do, cradle to grave. The self is a story we tell.

Any art worthy of its name should address 'life', 'man', 'nature', 'death' and 'tragedy'.

I hate to think life is just facts and laws.

How is it possible to exist with so much pain?

If people knew the story of their lives, how many would then elect to live them?

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

She said, "It's not life or death, the labyrinth." "Um, okay. So what is it?" "Suffering," she said. "Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?... Nothing's wrong. But there's always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there's a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal. It's the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about."

We build our lives in moments, and even the ones we can't remember become the story of who we are.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

I think that everything in this life is a story you know; our own narrative, our own history, it's all a story.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

What do you know about yourself? What are your stories? The ones you tell yourself, and the ones told by others. All of us begin somewhere. Though I suppose the truth is that we begin more than once; we begin many times. Over and over, we start our own tales, compose our own stories, whether our lives are short or long. Until at last all our beginnings come down to just one end, and the tale of who we are is done.

Martin in particular concluded that man was born to live either in the convulsions of misery, or in the lethargy of boredom.

If we don't learn to mythologize our lives, inevitably we will pathologize them.

Is there life before death? - that is the question!

To me and my kind life itself is a story and we have to tell it in stories - that is the way it falls.

How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others, but — mainly — to ourselves.

I tell a story, and therefore I exist.