Quotes About Life

Was there a kind of lottery (Reggie imagined a raffle) where God picked out your chosen method of going—"Heart attack for him, cancer for her, let's see, have we had a terrible car crash yet this month?

Teddy wandered amongst the graves. Most of the people in them had died long before his time. Ursula was picking up conkers from the stand of magnificent horse chestnuts at the far end of the churchyard. They were enormous trees and Teddy wondered if their roots had intertwined with the bones of the dead, imagined them curling a path through ribcages and braceleting ankles and fettering wrists. When

Well, we all get on,' Sylvie said, 'one way or another. And in the end we all arrive at the same place. I hardly see that it matters how we get there.' It

Happiness, like life itself, was as fragile as a bird's heartbeat, as fleeting as the bluebells in the wood

Before a man dies, hold back and call him not happy but lucky.

Mens fortunes are on a wheel, which in its turning suffers not the same man to prosper for ever.

For now indeed is the race of iron; and men never cease from labour and sorrow by day and from perishing by night.

It brings joy in sorrow, victory in battle, light to darkness, life to the dead. That is the power of the blood-red jewel which men honor with the name "The Philosopher's Stone.

Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.

Boys must not have th' ambitious care of men, Nor men the weak anxieties of age.

Happy the man when he has not the defects of his qualities.

Everyone remembers his past with greater vividness as the present becomes more important. Dying men in their last delirium are supposed to see their whole life spread out before them.

The man committing suicide controls the moment of his death by executing a back flip.

Man's destiny is nowhere spelled out, nor is his duty.

God giving man life and taking it away is not nearly so bad as God taking away childhood and giving him life.

Men's second childhood begins when a woman gets a hold of him.

What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.

One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.

L'homme est une passion inutile. Man is a useless passion.

You know the Greeks didn't write obituaries. They only asked one question after a man died: "Did he have passion?"

Man, if he would live, must worship. He looks around, and what to him, within the vision of his life, is the greatest and the best, that he falls down and does reverence to.

You make what seems a simple choice: choose a man or a job or a neighborhood- and what you have chosen is not a man or a job or a neighborhood, but a life.

My fellow Minnesotans join me in mourning the loss of America's 40th President and celebrating the life of a man who personified both the greatness and goodness of America.

Man supposes that he directs his life and governs his actions, when his existence is irretrievably under the control of destiny