Quotes About Life

I've seed de first en de last…. I seed de beginnin, en now I sees de endin.

Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.

Business is always interfering with pleasure, but it makes other pleasures possible.

The world is still, for she is old And many´s the bead of life she´s told. Her gossip there, the watching moon Views hill and stream and wave and dune

I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure.

No man is a failure who is enjoying life.

How like art is what's left over after life.

If death itself were to die, would it have a ghost, and would the ghost of death visit the dead in the guise of someone alive, if only to fright them from any temptation to return?

He lay on the bed and he felt he might never rise from it. He lay in an enormous torpor. The world was too heavy to bear and it was settling itself onto his chest. He felt old, old. Civilizations had risen and fallen in the brief time that he had lived. He felt that when the old man's head exploded across the snow he should have turned the gun on himself.

Hardin lived in a world he manipulated day to day, you never knew when a piece of information might have a use. Life was a jigsaw puzzle someone had kicked apart on the day Hardin was born and he was still putting it back together a piece at a time.

The day drew on, was swallowed in dusk. No bird called, no insect. Life in abeyance, the world itself grinding to a halt, who knew what would follow. Light through the glass grew dim but he read on as if the passage of day into night was of no moment. The world was winding down, and young Bloodworth wound down with it.

He had no faith in the permanence of any of this. What he'd seen of life had shown him that the world had little of comfort or assurance. He suspected that there were no givens, no map through the maze. Here in falling dark with the world rolling simultaneously toward him and away from him everything seemed no more than random. Life blindsides you so hard you can taste the bright copper blood in your mouth then it beguiles you with a gift of profound and appalling beauty.

You don't learn that, she said. It's just there. It sounds like he spent his whole life trying to unlearn it. Trying to forget it.

Sometimes I think you're just too sweet to die Sometimes I think you're just too sweet to die Another time I think you oughta be buried alive. —RICHARD "RABBIT" BROWN, James Alley Blues, 1927

Fleming doubted all this but he listened anyway and thought with a kind of sardonic amusement that before the night was over life itself might grasp him by the scruff of the neck and jerk him out of the doldrums he seemed grounded in and into its swifter currents.

Unhappiness is the hunger to get; happiness is the hunger to give...If the individual should set out for a single day to give happiness, to make life happier, brighter and sweeter, not for himself but for others, he would find a wondrous revelation of what happiness really is.

Duty looks at life as a debt to be paid; love sees life as a debt to be collected. Duty is ever paying assessments; love is constantly counting its premiums.

Hell of a world we live in, huh? (...) But it could be worse, huh?" "That's right," I said, "or even worse, it could be perfect.

G?sesc c? numa' a?a po?i tr?i pe lume, f?când mereu câte ceva, de vrei s? nu-nnebune?ti or s? nu scobori mai jos decât câinele ultimului om.

We are so curiously made that one atom put in the wrong place in our original structure will often make us unhappy for life.

A book is a dead man, a sort of mummy, embowelled and embalmed, but that once had flesh, and motion, and a boundless variety of determinations and actions.