Where do you go when you die? The same place you were before you were born; nowhere! It’s over! Author, December 28, 2023January 1, 2025, Billy Connolly, Death, Existence, Finality, 0 Billy Connolly Comedian · Scotland
I love fishing. It’s transcendental meditation with a punchline. Author, December 28, 2023January 1, 2025, Billy Connolly, Humor, Recreation, Relaxation, 0 Billy Connolly Comedian · Scotland
If you want to lose a bit of weight, don’t eat anything out of a bucket. Author, December 28, 2023January 1, 2025, Billy Connolly, Avoidance, Diet, Weight Loss, 0 Billy Connolly Comedian · Scotland
Did your mother never tell you not to drink on an empty head? Read explanation Author, December 28, 2023January 1, 2025, Billy Connolly, Advice, Motherhood, Responsibility, 0 Billy Connolly Comedian · Scotland
+ People die all the time. It’s just that you’re not around. Author, November 6, 2023January 2, 2025, Billy Connolly, Absence, Mortality, Perspective, 0 Billy Connolly Comedian · Scotland
If you don’t know how to meditate at least try to spend some time every day just sitting. Author, December 28, 2023January 1, 2025, Billy Connolly, Meditation, Mindfulness, Reflection, 0 Billy Connolly Comedian · Scotland
Marriage is a wonderful invention: then again, so is a bicycle repair kit. Author, December 28, 2023January 1, 2025, Billy Connolly, Comparison, Love, Practicality, 0 Billy Connolly Comedian · Scotland
It’s my mind, and I reserve the right to change it as often as I like. Read explanation Author, December 28, 2023January 1, 2025, Billy Connolly, Autonomy, Control, Flexibility, 0 Billy Connolly Comedian · Scotland
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Mirrors would do well to reflect a little more before sending back images. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you’ll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become. W. H. Auden Poet · England
