Quotes About Life

In summer, the song sings itself.

But the sea which no one tends is also a garden

The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, loses its life, just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.

Be you in what line of life you may, it will be amongst your misfortunes if you have not time properly to attend to pecuniary [monetary] matters. Want of attention to these matters has impeded the progress of science and of genius itself.

Curst be the Gold and Silver which persuade Weak Men to follow far-fatiguing Trade! The Lilly-Peace outshines the silver Store, And Life is dearer than the golden Ore. Yet Money tempts us o'er the Desert brown, To ev'ry distant Mart and wealthy Town: Full oft we tempt the Land and Sea; And are we only yet repay'd by Thee? Ah! why was Ruin so attractive made, Or why fond Man so easily betrayed? - Eclogue the Second. Hassan; or the Camel-driver

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, through the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

Every man plays the fool once in his lif marry is playing the fool all one's life, but to marry is to playing the fool all one's life long.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life.

Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.

Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.

Variety's the very spice of life, that gives it all it's flavour.

But it is a sort of April-weather life that we lead in this world. A little sunshine is generally the prelude to a storm.

Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife, His only answer was, a blameless life.

The tide of life, swift always in its course, May run in cities with a brisker force, But nowhere with a current so serene, Or half so clear, as in the rural scene.

I, fed with judgment, in a fleshy tomb, am Buried above ground.

My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man; Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments I see, Have a being less durable even than he.

So Fancy dreams - Disprove it, if ye can, Ye reas'ners broad awake, whose busy search Of argument, employ'd too oft amiss, Sifts half the pleasures of short life away.

My father liked Iowa. He lived his whole life in the state, and is even now working his way through eternity there, in Glendale Cemetery in Des Moines.

No man of woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

So live, that when thy summons comes to joinThe innumerable caravan which movesTo that mysterious realm, where each shall takeHis chamber in the silent halls of death,Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothedBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one that wraps the drapery of his couchAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

I grieve for life's bright promise, just shown and then withdrawn.

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;