Quotes About Life

For me, this is exactly what's so pernicious about the morality of debt: the way that financial imperatives constantly try to reduce us all, despite ourselves, to the equivalent of pillagers, eyeing the world simply for what can be turned into money -- and then tell us that it's only those who are willing to see the world as pillagers who deserve access to the resources required to pursue anything in life other than money.

Friendship is neither a formality nor a mode it is rather a life.

Life is too brief. I had a friend whom I intended to know better. Yesterday he died.

Only one life 'Twill soon be past Only what's done For Christ will last.

The greatest waste in all of our earth, which cannot be recycled or reclaimed, is our waste of the time that God has given us each day. — BILL GRAHAM, EVANGELIST DO YOU REMEMBER DOILIES?

Jesus, I recognize that I need your forgiveness, and the life you offer. Thank you for dying for my sins and rising from the dead on my behalf, so that you could give me true life. I receive you by faith as my Savior and Lord. I trust you to forgive my sins, give me a new heart, join yourself to me forever, and come to live within me. Thank you for giving me new life.

Suddenly everything her grandfather had been saying about God made sense, as if the pieces were waiting for her to click into place. This beautiful mother's very life was constantly flowing into her baby. The baby didn't have to do anything to get it. It was already his. He possessed her very life. He didn't have to do anything to activate it. It was already active inside him. Apart from her, he had no life. But being joined to her, he had her life. All he had to do was be

Also, Lovelock's radical idea—pay attention to the atmosphere and look for drastic departures from the expected mixture of gases—now forms the cornerstone of our life-detection strategies.

Un tempo piangevo moltissimo ed ero pieno di speranze. Oggi rido parecchio, un riso disilluso.

È il segreto che ti sussurro all'orecchio già da un mese: noi due non siamo vivi! Voglio dire, non in un luogo in cui vigono le leggi ordinarie che regolano i rapporti tra le persone, tantomeno tra uomo e donna. Dove siamo, allora? Non m'interessa saper dove, perché dargli un nome? Sarebbero comunque nomi "loro", nomi tradotti, e con te voglio una costituzione diversa di cui saremo noi a fissare le leggi.

His questions led me to comprehend that I had a rare treasure: life experience.

Remember that every person only lives for a short time, and you have to make that time pleasant for him.

Un corpuscolo trasparente brillava in me, una scintilla, dorata, luminosa. Lo sapevo: ero io, la mia anima, la mia essenza, il senso della mia esistenza. È nata con me, pensavo, e con me morirà... e non sapevo che avrei potuto sopravviverle a lungo, divenire io stessa un'esiliata, un essere umano inaridito. E una bugiarda... che candidamente senza batter ciglio, osa dire: io.

Och han är död, jag förstår nästan betydelsen av dessa ljud: Barnet är dött. Jag erkänner att dessa ord rymmer en sanning. Han är död. Han är död. Men hans död, hans död är inte död.

Non smetto di stupirmi per come quest'arida vita abbia improvvisamente deciso di mostrarmi il suo seno prosperoso.

Non sai di quante allusioni a te sia pieno il mondo.

You describe your reality in the highest resolution even when it's a nightmare and in doing so, you live your own life, not a cliche others have formulated for you.

There is breath there is breath inside the pain there is breath

The moment a yokel, whether he be a government fruit fly, a corporate fruit fly or a PC pajama boy, turns on his television set, he immediately forgets how meaningless his life is.

People who don't have a life have television.

Accident ruled every corner of the universe except the chambers of the human heart.

To deny that there was this dark side of life would be like pretending that the cold of winter was somehow only a temporary illusion, a way station on the way to the higher "reality" of long, warm, pleasant summers. But summer, it turned out, was no more real than the snow that melted in wintertime.

Ishmael gave himself to the writing of it, and as he did so he understood this, too: that accident ruled every corner of the universe except the chambers of the human heart.

To die, he thought, was to escape passion's grasp, but that was the last thing he wanted. Instead he wished to be seized by passion and pinioned, held in its palm forever—he could not imagine any other existence as embracing any real happiness.