Quotes About Life

and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.

Why don't you kids dance? he decided to say, and then said it. Why don't you dance?

But dying is for the sweetest ones. And he remembers sweetness, when life was sweet, and sweetly he was given that other lifetime.

He did not know what to do. Not just now, he thought, not just in this, not just about this, today and tomorrow, but every day on the earth.

You'll be surprised to see what can collect in a mattress over the months, over the years. Every day, every night of our lives, we're leaving little bits of ourselves, flakes of this and that, behind. Where do they go, these bits and pieces of ourselves? Right through the sheets and into the mattress, that's where! Pillows, too. It's all the same. He

Teníamos esa extraña sensación de que, ahora que nos dábamos cuenta de que ya había sucedido todo, podía suceder cualquier cosa.

All I know about this fine, sweaty life, my own or anyone else's, is that in a little while I'll rise up and leave this astonishing place that gives shelter to dead people. This graveyard. And go. Walking first on one rail and then the other.

You'll be surprised to see what can collect in a mattress over the months, over the years. Every day, every night of our lives, we're leaving little bits of ourselves, flakes of this and that, behind. Where do they go, these bits and pieces of ourselves?

Tuhaf bir ÅŸekilde her ÅŸey olabilecekken, her ÅŸeyin zaten olduÄŸunu fark ettik.

And did you get what you wanted from this life,...?

Io non è che sentissi la mancanza dei sogni. Tanto avevo i suoi di sogni su cui riflettere, se proprio mi serviva un'altra vita. E poi avevo una vicina che cantava o canticchiava tutto il giorno. Tutto sommato, potevo ritenermi fortunato.

Mostly I just kill time, he said, and it dies hard.

You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that, oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. You just slept the big sleep, not caring about the nastiness of how you died or where you fell. Me, I was part of the nastiness now. Far more a part of it than Rusty Regan was.

The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful die young, but that they grow old and mean. It will not happen to me.

If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.

I went out the kitchen to make coffee - yards of coffee. Rich, strong, bitter, boiling hot, ruthless, depraved. The life blood of tired men.

But show business has always been like that - any kind of show business. If these people didn't live intense and rather disordered lives, if their emotions didn't ride them too hard—well, they wouldn't be able to catch those emotions in flight and imprint them on a few feet of celluloid or project them across the footlights.

Time makes everything mean and shabby and wrinkled. The tragedy of life, Howard, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

The private detective of fiction is a fantastic creation who acts and speaks like a real man. He can be completely realistic in every sense but one, that one sense being that in life as we know it such a man would not be a private detective. (Letter, April 19, 1951)

If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.

The tragedy of life, is not that the beautiful things die young, but that they grow old and mean.

A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.

A man who indulges in parenthood for the first time at the age of fifty-four deserves all he gets.

He explained civilization to me. I mean how it looks to him. He's going to let it go on a little while longer. But it better be careful and not interfere with his private life. If it does, he's apt to make a phone call to God and cancel the order.