Quotes About Life

I suppose at that period I did exist on food in the usual way; but the memory is now that in those days life was sustained on invincible anguish, as a sort of infernal stimulant exciting and consuming at the same time.

He had found the secret of keeping for ever on the run the fundamental imbecility of mankind; he had the secret of life, that confounded dying man, and he made himself master of every moment of our existence.

La vida és ben rara, un arranjament misteriós de lògica despietada per una finalitat fútil. El màxim que se'n pot esperar és un coneixement de tu mateix, que arriba massa tard, i una collita de retrets inextingibles.

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence,—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream—alone. . .

Youth' is a feet of memory. It is a record of experience.

Formerly, in solitude and in silence, he had been used to think clearly and sometimes even profoundly, seeing life outside the flattering optical delusion of everlasting hope, of conventional self-deceptions, of an ever-expected happiness.

They give you wages as they'd fling a bone to a dog, and they expect you to be grateful. It's worse than slavery. You don't expect a slave that's bought for money to be grateful. And if you sell your work - what is it but selling your own self? You've got so many days to live and you sell them one after another. Hey? Who can pay me enough for my life? Ah! But they throw at you your week's money and expect you to say, thank you before you pick it up.

Que coisa engraçada é a vida, esse arranjo misterioso de lógica impiedosa e propósito fútil. O máximo que se pode esperar dela é algum conhecimento de si mesmo, que vem tarde demais, uma seara de remorsos inextinguíveis.

Time had past indeed: it had overtaken him and gone ahead. It had left him hopelessly behind with a few poor gifts: the iron grey hair, the heavy fatigue of the tanned face, two scars, a pair of tarnished shoulderstraps; one of those steady, reliable men who are the raw material of great reputations, one of those unaccounted lives that are buried without drums and trumpets under the foundations of monumental success.

a stone image shed a miraculous tear of compassion over the incertitudes of life and death....

The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove!—breathe dead hippo, so to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? Your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in—your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business. And that's difficult enough.

To slay, to love—the greatest enterprises of life upon a man! And I have no experience of either.

No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence,—that which makes its truth, its meaning—its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream—alone . . .

And Heyst, the son, read: Of the stratagems of life the most cruel is the consolation of love—the most subtle, too; for the desire is the bed of dreams.

The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove!—breathe dead hippos so to speak, and not be contaminated. And there don't you see? your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in – your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, backbreaking business.

Hullunkurinen juttu, tämä elämä – tämä salaperäinen järjestelmä, jonka armoton logiikka toimii turhaa tarkoitusta varten. Enin mitä siltä voi toivoa saavansa on vähäinen itsetuntemus – joka tulee liian myöhään, satonaan lähtemätön katumus.

and Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too, ebbing, ebbing out of his heart into the sea of inexorable time.

There are things you find nothing about in books

N-am smuls noi, oare, navigând laolalt? pe marea nemuritoare, un sens vieÈ›ilor noastre p?c?toase? Adio, fraÈ›ilor! AÈ›i fost niÈ™te mateloÈ›i destoinici. La fel de destoinici ca oricare dintre cei care-au izbit vreodat?, urlând, în pânzele zbuciumate ale arborelui mare; sau care, leg?nându-se pe vergi, invizibili în noapte, au r?spuns chiuind la chiotele furtunii.

Between the five of us there was the strong bond of the sea, and also the fellowship of the craft, which no amount of enthusiasm for yatching, cruising, and so on can give, since one is only the amusement of life and the other is life itself.

su misterio, su grandeza, la asombrosa realidad de su vida oculta.

By all that's wonderful,it is the sea,I believe,the sea itself – or is it youth alone?Who can tell?But you here – you all had something out of life:money,love – whatever one gets on shore – and,tell me,wasn't that the best time,that time when we were young at sea;young and had nothing,on the sea that gives nothing,except hard knocks – and sometimes a chance to feel your strength – that only – what you all regret?

But at the corner I stopped to take my last look at the crew of the Narcissus. They were swaying irresolute and noisy on the broad flagstones before the Mint. They were bound for the Black Horse, where men, in fur caps with brutal faces and in shirt sleeves, dispense out of varnished barrels the illusions of strength, mirth, happiness; the illusion of splendor and poetry of life, to the paid-off crews of southern-going ships.

Gli idealismi impoveriscono la vita. Il renderla bella significa toglierle il suo carattere complesso; significa rovinarla.