Quotes About Life

Tu es grand quand tu trouves ton plaisir dans le ciel bleu, dans le chevreuil, dans la rosée, dans la musique, dans la danse, quand tu admires tes enfants qui grandissent, la beauté du corps de ta femme ou de ton mari; quand tu te rends au planétarium pour étudier les astres, quand tu lis à la bibliothèque ce que d'autres hommes et femmes ont écrit sur la vie.

El proceso sexual, o sea, el proceso biológico expansivo del placer, es el proceso vital productivo per se.

Buna göre insan olman?n anlam?, insan olman?n bütün imkanlar?n? denemekte yat?yor olabilir.

Mutluluk önemlidir ama anlam daha önemlidir.

Ya?am sanat?n?n ödevi, ba?ar?l? bir hayata katk?da bulunmak ve insan? mutlu etmek de?il midir? Evet, k?smen öyledir ama ba?ar?s?z ve mutsuz olmak da vard?r insna hayat?nda. En az?ndan basitçe "def edemeyece?imiz" için vard?r. Ba?ar? zorunluluk de?ildir, ba?ar?s?zl?k hep bir ihtimaldir.

Ama insanlar?n hayatta bir miktar mutsuz olmaya da ihtiyaçlar? vard?r, a?k da bunun güvenilir bir tedarikçisidir.

dokunman?n önemi öyle büyüktür ki, handiyse antropolojik diye tan?mlayabiliriz onu: insan olmak, ona ba?l?d?r. her bireyin hayat?nda iyice diplere at?lm?? bir çapad?r bu tecrübe: dokunuyor ve dokunuluyorsam, duyusal olarak, ruhsal olarak, zihinsel olarak ve ola ki a?k?n anlamda da, ya??yorumdur. Dokunma olmadan hayat? hissedemem. p.17

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause. The mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that is wants to live humbly for one.

I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life, than on the nature of those events themselves.

How a person masters his fate is more important than what his fate is.

It is an absolutely vain endeavor to attempt to reconstruct or even comprehend the nature of a human being by simply knowing the forces which have acted upon him. However deeply we should like to penetrate, however close we seem to be drawing to truth, one unknown quantity eludes us: man's primordial energy, his original self, that personality which was given him with the gift of life itself. On it rests man's true freedom; it alone determines his real character.

The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is a God of the living, who mingles with our acquaintances and colleagues. If we open ourselves to life as the arena of divine self-disclosure, we may find the Lord who undergirds our lives with the certainty of dignity and value at any point in our experience.

Your tears come easy, when you're young, and beginning the world. Your tears come easy, when you're old, and leaving it. I burst out crying.

As a rough rule, it seems that writers fall into two camps. There are those who delight in rousting the truth from its concealment amid pieties and convention. If they must strip-mine the world to expose its hypocrisy, they will do so, even if they leave a landscape barren of hope. Then there are those writers who prefer to remythologize life on earth, finding it rich with strange congruences and possibilities.

The years tumble past you like bits of paper on the street and you may not even feel the breeze at your back but then something catches your eye, a twist of black hair or a dog leaping to catch a tennis ball. The splintered chorus of a stupid pop song. You turn around and another chunk of your life drifts by like unrecognized trash and it was never yours to begin with.

my life comes apart like a love letter in the rain.

The Bayeux Tapestry is accepted as an authority on many details of life and the fine points of history in the eleventh century. For instance, the horses in those days had green legs, blue bodies, yellow manes, and red heads, while the people were all double-jointed and quite different from what we generally think of as human beings.

The stork is voiceless because there is really nothing to say.

He had also learned that there is no use murdering people; there are always so many left, and if you tried to murder them all you would never get anything else done.

Ah, well! We live and learn, or, anyway, we live.

The Bayeaux Tapestry is accepted as an authority on many details of life and fhe fine points of history in the eleventh century. For instance, the horses in those days had green legs, blue bodies, yellow manes, and red heads, while the people were all double-jointed and quite different from what we generally think of as human beings

The most interesting thing in the world is another human being who wonders, suffers and raises the questions that have bothered him to the last day of his life, knowing he will never get the answers.

Civilization is a stream with banks. The stream is sometimes filled with blood from people killing, stealing, shouting and doing the things historians usually record, while on the banks, unnoticed, people build homes, make love, raise children, sing songs, write poetry and even whittle statues. The story of civilization is the story of what happened on the banks. Historians are pessimists because they ignore the banks for the river.