Quotes About Life

True,' replied Wimsey. 'As G. K. C. says, "I'd rather be alive than not".

This is the Christian faith, which except a man believe faithfully he cannot be saved." The harsh and much-disputed statement begins to look like a blunt statement of fact, for how can anyone make anything of life if there is no belief in life? If we truly desire a creative life for ourselves and other people, it is our task to rebuild the world along creative lines, but we must be sure that we desire it enough.

I'm all for scattering sunshine as we pass. As Stevenson says, we shall pass this way but once--and I devoutly hope he's right.

Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.

Time doth flit; oh shit.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.

Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.

I know this will come as a shock to you, Mr. Goldwyn, but in all history, which has held billions and billions of human beings, not a single one ever had a happy ending.

It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.

Daily dawns another day; I must up, to make my way. Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my fingers and my feet, Learn a little, here and there, Weep and laugh and sweat and swear, Hear a song, or watch a stage, Leave some words upon a page, Claim a foe, or hail a friend- Bed awaits me at the end.

Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, And pristine is my hat My dress is 1922… My life is all like that.

Penelope In the pathway of the sun, In the footsteps of the breeze, Where the world and sky are one, He shall ride the silver seas, He shall cut the glittering wave. I shall sit at home, and rock; Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock; Brew my tea, and snip my thread; Bleach the linen for my bed. They will call him brave.

LINSCOTT: Well, life certainly treats you fine. CONNIE: No, Tom. Life and I go Dutch.

She is happy, for she knows That her dust is very pretty

There was a rose that faded young; I saw its shattered beauty hung Upon a broken stem. I heard them say, What need to care With roses budding everywhere? I did not answer them.

God's acre was her garden-spot, she said; She sat there often, of the Summer days, Little and slim and sweet, among the dead, Her hair a fable in the leveled rays.

Years are only garments, and you either wear them with style all your life, or else you go dowdy to the grave

Well, well. Isn't it a small world? And a peach of a world, too. A true little corker.

People ought to be one of two things, young or old. No ; what's the good of fooling? People ought to be one of two things, young or dead.

In every age, art holds up to us the standard pattern of exemplary conduct, and real life does its best to conform.

Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live