Quotes About Life

Las mentiras tienen cierto sabor fúnebre, guardan relación con la mortalidad.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible which is also detestable

The promises, the terrors, the hopes of eternity, are the concern of the corrupt dead; but the obvious sweetness of life belongs to living, healthy men.

To get a breath of fresh air. The expression sounded wonderfully odd, with its suggestion of sedentary desk life.

One lives too long. Happy X-mas.

She lamented about her love of life, that life without grace and charm, and almost without decency, but of an exalted faithfulness of purpose, even into murder.

There are times when a man must act as though life were equally sweet in any company.

One ship is very much like another, and the sea is always the same. In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.

It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.

Droll thing life is — that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself — that comes too late — a crop of unextinguishable regrets.

A clean slate, did he say? As if the initial word of each our destiny were not graven in imperishable characters upon the face of a rock.

Their character is built upon conventional morality. It leans on the social order. Mine stands free from everything artificial. Le They are bound in all sorts of conventions. They depend on life, which, in this connexion, is a historical fact surrounded by all sorts of restraints and considerations, a complex, organized fact open to attack at every point; whereas I depend on death, which knows no restraints and cannot be attached. My superiority is evident.

Adev?rata via?? a unui om este aceea care i se acord? în mintea altora pe baza respectului sau a dragostei fireÈ™ti.

Captain MacWhirr had sailed over the surface of the oceans as some men go skimming over the years of existence to sink gently into a placid grave, ignorant of life to the last, without ever having been made to see all it may contain of perfidy, of violence, and of terror. There are on sea and land such men thus fortunate—or thus disdained by destiny or by the sea.

Sentimentul continuit??ii vieÈ›ii se bazeaz? pe neînsemnate impresii corporale. Banalit??ile vieÈ›ii cotidiene constituie o armur? pentru suflet.

In the immutability of their surroundings the foreign shores, the foreign faces, the changing immensity of life, glide past, veiled not by a sense of mystery but by a slightly disdainful ignorance; for there is nothing mysterious to a seaman unless it be the sea itself, which is the mistress of his existence and as inscrutable as Destiny.

Long after he had vanished, Nostromo, lifting his eyes up to the sky, muttered, I am not dead yet.

I have attempted to tear asunder the veil you have hung to conceal from us the pain of life, and I have been wounded by the mystery...Oedipus, half way to finding the word of the enigma, young Faust, regretting already the simple life, the life of the heart, I come back to you repentant, reconciled, O gentle deceiver!

Reality, as usual, beats fiction out of sight.

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.

Of course there are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten before the end is told—before the end is told—even if there happens to be any end to it.

Vivimos igual que soñamos: solos.

Il restera toujours la peur. Un homme peut détruire toute chose en lui-même : l'amour, la foi, la haine et même le doute. Mais aussi longtemps qu'il tient à la vie, il ne peut pas détruire la peur.

One step beyond that boundary line which resembles the line dividing the living from the dead lies uncertainty, suffering, and death. And what is there? Who is there?—there beyond that field, that tree, that roof lit up by the sun? No one knows, but one wants to know. You fear and yet long to cross that line, and know that sooner or later it must be crossed and you will have to find out what is there, just as you will inevitably have to learn what lies the other side of death.