Quotes About Life

One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year.

A person seldom falls sick, but the bystanders are animated with a faint hope that he will die.

Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life Are through thy friendship fair.

O, believe, as thou livest, that every sound that is spoken over the round world, which thou oughtest to hear, will vibrate on thine ear!

We live amid surfaces, and the true art of life is to skate well on them.

There is a relation between the hours of our life and the centuries of time.

Life lies behind us as the quarry from whence we get tiles and copestones for the masonry of to-day.

Man is explicable by nothing less than all his history.

Life lies behind us as the quarry from whence we get tiles and copestones for the masonry of to-day. This is the way to learn grammar. Colleges and books only copy the language which the field and the work-yard made.

Life is comic or pitiful as soon as the high ends of being fade out of sight, and man becomes near-sighted, and can only attend to what addresses the senses.

Every man's condition is a solution in hieroglyphic to those inquiries he would put. He acts it as life, before he apprehends it as truth. In like manner, nature is already, in its forms and tendencies, describing its own design.

The world laughs in flowers.

Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see - not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.

Each moment of the year has its own beauty

What angels invented these splendid ornaments, these rich conveniences, this ocean of air above, this ocean of water beneath, this firmament of earth between? this zodiac of lights, this tent of dropping clouds, this striped coat of climates, this fourfold year? Beasts, fire, water, stones, and corn serve him. The field is at once his floor, his work-yard, his play-ground, his garden, and his bed

Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed does not. The same particle does not rise from the valley to the ridge. Its unity is only phenomenal. The persons who make up a nation to-day, next year die, and their experience with them.

The earth laughs in flowers. Ralph Waldo Emerson

One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.

For the secrets of life are not shown except to sympathy and likeness.

I find a provision in the constitution of the world for the writer or secretary, who is to report the doings of the miraculous spirit of life that everywhere throbs and works.

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you lived and lived well.

My life is not an apology, but a life.

Time like space, is part of the permanent context of life. Time does not pass, we pass.

Why should I vapor and play the philosopher, instead of ballasting, the best I can, this dancing balloon?