Quotes About Life

I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying.

los primeros ochenta años son los difíciles, después te mueres y te quedas muy tranquilo. Pues bien, ahora los primeros ochenta años no sólo son difíciles, sino que, a este paso, pronto serán todos laborables.

Am prea pu?in? via?? ca s?-mi pot îng?dui a o mânji prin compromisuri...

Ya?lanarak de?il ya?ayarak tecrübe kazan?l?r; zaman insanlar? de?il, armutlar? olgunla?t?r?r

Annelere anlat?lan kederler taksim de?il, zarbedilmi? olur.

Bu bir s?hhat ölçüsüdür, sigara, dedi. ?yi gelmedi mi bil ki iyi de?ildir insan.

Felaket gibi saadet de ne h?zl? gidiyor!

Ben daima hayal içinde ya??yorum, fakat... hakikat... beni her yerde koval?yor ve kar??ma ç?k?yor.

Ya?amak, yaralamak ve yaralanmakt?r; ama insanca.

Ah minel-a?k vel-halatihi diyor Arap. Ya?am??lar, ya?am??lar, hepsini biliyorlar. A?k?n halleri say?s?z. Fakat en büyük ?st?rap, galiba, inanmak zorlu?unda toplan?yor. Derece ?üphesi.

A?açlar?n bile s?hhatine imrenerek yürürdüm.

It was like my life hung on the chapters of a novel - and each scene ended in a cliffhanger.

But then again, many of life's little miracles are meant to happen precisely when they do, no sooner, no later.

If i had it all to do again there would be more bodies.

Thats a very appropriate color he's wearing. Green.

Of course I'd love to protect my children from pain, but life happens instead. And as it comes along, so does mercy and- thank God- grace.

It's just another day for you and me in paradise.

Raymond Carver read his poem "Late Fragment": "And did you get what / you wanted from this life even so? / I did. / And what did you want? / To call myself beloved, to feel myself / beloved on this earth." Mother Theresa concluded, near the end of her days, "I have come to realize more and more that the greatest disease and the greatest suffering is to be unwanted, unloved, uncared for, to be shunned by everybody, to be just nobody [to no one].

Oh. I'm still alive. Yay.

I can't die until the government finds a safe place to bury my liver

If "Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted," then there is no purpose or grand cosmic scheme to life beyond what we choose to impose or believe. To some this is cynicism. For the Chaos Magician, it is a breath of dizzying freedom.

Pain is the price you pay for resisting life.

Even though you can't expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make that attempt. That's morality, that's religion. That's art. That's life.

It is wrong to expect a reward for your struggles. The reward is the act of struggle itself, not what you win. Even though you can't expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make that attempt. That's morality, that's religion. That's art. That's life.