Quotes About Life

Speaking is a beautiful folly; with that man dances over all things.

Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.

What else is chance but the rude stone which receives its life from the sculptor's hand? Providence gives us chance, and man must mould it to his own designs.

Without a clear perception of his reasons for living, man will never consent to live, and will rather destroy himself than tarry on earth, though he be surrounded with bread".

For men are made for happiness, and any one who is completely happy has a right to say to himself, 'I am doing God's will on earth.'

And when a beest is deed, he hath no peyne; But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne.

The society of the Culture-Philistines makes life a burden to exceptional men.

Is it so unjust that a man should leave the world by the same gate through which he entered it?

Truly, men make too little use of their lives; and so it is no wonder that the world should still be in such a poor way.

Life is a disease; and the only difference between on man and another is the stage of the disease at which he lives.

Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.

It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a man's death hallows him anew to us; as if life were not sacred too.

Art is the nearest thing to life; it is a mode of amplifying experience and extending our contact with our fellow men beyond the bounds of our personal lot.

The life of man is a winter way.

God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage.

Old men go to Death, Death comes to Young men.

For the atom's soul is nothing but energy. Spirit blazes in the dullest of clay. The life of every woman or man - the heart of it - is pure and holy joy.

The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.

Now he had recognized himself as a dead man it became important to stay alive as long as possible.

Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.

The old man laid a withered, spotted hand on his shoulder. "It hurts, boy," he said softly. "Oh, yes. Choosing . . . it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

This is the bravo's dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.

No man living in a world as interesting as this ever writes a book if he can help it.

It is never the machines that are dead. It is only the mechanically-minded men that are dead.