Quotes About Life

Anger, hate, jealousy, envy, fear. Fill your pockets with these heavy stones and you spend your life trying not to drown. Throw them away and you float. The great current of life simply sweeps you up and carries you joyously to the place you were always meant to come to. Make no mistake, you will arrive there either way, through struggle or surrender. But one is the way of pain, the other of peace.

And, Jake, there's going to be lots in this world you're going to feel bad about. Save your regret for the important things, okay?

Every life lived fully is going to have some regrets, because every risk is not worth taking, but you don't always see that in time. Or if you do, you convince yourself that you'll be the one to beat the odds.

what is happiness, Nathan? In my experience, it's only a moment's pause here and there on what is otherwise a long and difficult road. No one can be happy all the time. Better, I think, to wish for her wisdom, a virtue not so fickle.

I don't mind dying; I just don't want you to die.

Which turned out to be a thing I couldn't do. Not because imagination failed me, but because I was afraid to dream in that way. In my whole life, I could recall no dream ever coming true.

The land is what it is. Life is what it is. God is what God is. You and me, we're what we are. None of it's perfect. Or, hell, maybe it all is and we're just not wise enough to see it." "Those orchard trees were in pretty bad

And what is happiness, Nathan? In my experience, it's only a moment's pause here and there on what is otherwise a long and difficult road.

And what is happiness, Nathan? In my experience, it's only a moment's pause here and there on what is otherwise a long and difficult road. No one can be happy all the time. Better, I think, to wish for her wisdom, a virtue not so fickle." "Nf-six," my

THE WORLD IS HARD. BE STRONG. LOVE IS FOR ONLY A FEW. DON'T EXPECT IT. LIFE ISN'T FAIR. BUT SOME PEOPLE ARE. BE ONE OF THEM.

It seems to me that when you look back at a life - yours or another's - what you see is a path that weaves into and out of deep shadow. So much is lost. What we use to construct the past is what has remained in the open, a hodgepodge of fleeting glimpses. Our histories, like my father's current body, are structures built of toothpicks. So what I recall of that last summer in New Bremen is a construct of both what stands in the light and what I imagine in the dark where I cannot see.

she couldn't help wondering what became of human beings who lived too long without beauty.

Death is no surprise to an old man like me. Being able to take a regular crap, now, there is a surprise.

I've learned across the whole of my life is that it's only when I yield to the river and embrace the journey that I find peace.

Quello che voglio dire, Odie, è che nessuno nasce cattivo. La vita ti deforma in maniera terribile.

Sono giunto alla conclusione che siamo creature fatte di spirito, uno spirito che scorre dentro di noi come l'elettricità e può passare dall'uno all'altro. Fu questo ciò che senti scaturire dalla mano di mia madre, lo spirito del suo profondo anelito.

I'm just saying, Odie, that nobody's born mean. Life warps you in terrible ways.

day, and we thank you for life and for all things. You are our mother. You feed us, you clothe us, you shelter us, and you comfort us. For this we thank you and honor you.

I understood that the past is never really past. We live out history over and over, the worst of our memories right there alongside us, step for step, our companions to the grave.

It seems to me that when you look back at a life, yours or another's, what you see is a path that weaves into and out of deep shadow.

As I walked away he called to me and when I turned back he said, "They're never far from us, you know." "Who?" I asked. "The dead. No more'n a breath. You let that last one go and you're with them again.

WE BREATHE LOVE in and we breathe love out. It's the essence of our existence, the very air of our souls.

Even this man who is unknown to us was known to God and God was his constant companion. God never promised us an easy life. He never promised that we wouldn't suffer, that we wouldn't feel despair and loneliness and confusion and desperation. What he did promise was that in our suffering we would never be alone.

Life, she thought. Always a clash of opposites. Was there ever any real end to that great conflict?