Quotes About Life

He had got himself a life. Now he had to find a purpose in it.

I'd far rather be happy than right any day. And are you? No. That's where it all falls down, of course. Pity, said Arthur. It sounded like rather a good lifestyle otherwise.

You see, the quality of any advice anybody has to offer has to be judged against the quality of life they actually lead.

We're not obsessed by anything, you see, insisted Ford. ... And that's the deciding factor. We can't win against obsession. They care, we don't. They win. I care about lots of things, said Slartibartfast, his voice trembling partly with annoyance, but partly also with uncertainty. Such as? Well, said the old man, life, the Universe. Everything, really. Fjords. Would you die for them? Fjords? blinked Slartibartfast in surprise. No. Well then. Wouldn't see the point, to be honest.

Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I think that the chances of finding out what's actually going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say, Hang the sense of it, and keep yourself busy. I'd much rather be happy than right any day.

You know," said Arthur thoughtfully, "all this explains a lot of things. All through my life I've had this strange unaccountable feeling that something was going on in the world, something big, even sinister, and no one would tell me what it was." "No," said the old man, "that's just perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the Universe has that.

In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny subliminal signal.

No one really knows what mattresses are meant to gain from their lives either. They are large, friendly, pocket-sprung creatures that live quiet private lives in the marshes of Sqornshellous Zeta. Many of them get caught, slaughtered, dried out, shipped out and slept on. None of them seems to mind this and all of them are called Zem.

Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.

From another direction he felt the sensation of being a sheep startled by a flying saucer, but it was virtually indistinguishable from the feeling of being a sheep startled by anything else it ever encountered, for they were creatures who learned very little on their journey through life, and would be startled to see the sun rising in the morning, and astonished by all the green stuff in the fields.

To Trin Tragula's horror, the shock completely annihilated her brain; but to his satisfaction he realized that he had proved conclusively that if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.

He was a man who was charged with the work he did in life because he was not one to ask questions - not so much on account of any natural quality of discretion as because he simply could never think of any questions to ask. ... On the strength of which he had guaranteed himself regular employment for as long as he cared to live.

I live in what are known as hopes. I hope for fascinating and remunerative cases, my secretary hopes that I will pay her, her landlord hopes that she will produce some rent, the Electricity Board hopes that he will settle their bill, and so on. I find it a wonderfully optimistic way of life.

She thought that trying to live life according to any plan you actually work out is like trying to buy ingredients for a recipe from the supermarket. You get one of those trolleys which simply will not go in the direction you push it and end up just having to buy completely different stuff. What do you do with it? What do you do with the recipe? She didn't know.

Earth: mostly harmless

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I've ended up where I needed to be.

This Arthur Dent, comes the cry from the furthest reaches of the galaxy, and has even now been found inscribed on a mysterious deep space probe thought to originate from an alien galaxy at a distance too hideous to contemplate, what is he, man or mouse? Is he interested in nothing more than tea and the wider issues of life? Has he no spirit? has he no passion? Does he not, to put it in a nutshell, fuck?

You're really not going to like it, observed Deep Thought. Tell us! All right, said Deep Thought. The answer to the Great Question... Yes...! Of Life, the Universe and Everything... said Deep Thought. Yes...! Is... said Deep Thought, and paused. Yes...! Is... Yes...!!!...? Forty-two, said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.

Life, will be a very great deal less weird without you!

Arthur prodded the mattress nervously and then sat on it himself: in fact he had very little to be nervous about, because all mattresses grown in the swamps of Sqornshellous Zeta are very thoroughly killed and dried before being put to service. Very few have ever come to life again.

It's not so much an afterlife' Said Arthur, 'more a sort of apres vie

Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast.

Trilllian had come to suspect that the main reason he had had such a wild and successful life was that he never really understood the significance of anything he did.

Life was too short, the weather too fine, and the world too full of interesting and exciting pitfalls.