Quotes About Life

I long to embrace, to include in my own short life, all that is accessible to man.

It is the character of lived experience I want to explore, not the nature of man.

How wrong and petty any life is.

It is a futile and ridiculous struggle—but then... it is human nature, I suppose, to be futile and ridiculous.

Discussions of death and such matters do more to unlock the human tongue than any other subject.

We all make mistakes. It is in our human nature. It just happens, it's nature's way to keep life interesting.

Last days? Don't they know? These are the traits of all days, every day, everywhere.

sometimes the human race likes to crank things up a little. They increase the production of bodies and their escaping souls.

And the ultimate question remains, To live, is it a blessing or the punishment itself ?

Curiosity is the essence of our existence.

The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with those who matter to you most.

Length of smile get reduced as people grow up!!!

She's not quite making sense, but no one does all the time.

Thank God I have seen an orange sky with purple clouds. How easy it is to forget that we have the privilege of living in God's art gallery.

The story of the tree is written on every leaf.

He'd lived in the desert all his life, and he loved it. He was its child. It was his home.

Treasure the beauty of youthful life and the wisdom of adulthood.

she delighted in being of the same substance as them, and in knowing that when she died her flesh would nourish other lives as they had nourished her.

The author is still dead, folks!!

We Create God, Mankind's Nature.

If you reconnect with nature and the wilderness you will not only find the meaning of life, but you will experience what it means to be truly alive.

Harmony is about bringing things into balance and knowing how to go from sunrise to sunset. Mother Nature teaches this to us, in so many ways, each and every day.

I'm on the side of whatever keeps the flowers growing.

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.