Quotes About Life

I didn't want to hear about death. It was all anyone talked about, even when no one was actually talking about it.

The worst it got was near the end. A lot of people died right at the end, and I didn't know if I could make it another day. A farmer, a Russian, God bless him, he saw my condition, and he went into his house and came out with a piece of meat for me. He saved your life. I didn't eat it. You didn't eat it? It was pork. I wouldn't eat pork. Why? What do you mean why? What, because it wasn't kosher? Of course. But not even to save your life? If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.

He was caught somewhere between his mother's last kiss and the first kiss he would give his child, between the war that was and would be

I thought, it's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life [...]

Their length could not be measured in years, just as an ocean could not explain the distance we have traveled, just as the dead can never be counted.

I don't know how late it got. I probably fell asleep, but I don't remember. I cried so much that everything blurred into everything else. At some point she was carrying me to my room. Then I was in bed. She was looking over me. I don't believe in God, but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything ever could be. But it was also incredibly simple. In my only life, she was my mom, and I was her son.

I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?

des verstorbenen Philosophen Pinchas T., der in seiner einzigen bedeutenden Abhandlung An den Staub: vom Menschen bist du, und zum Menschen sollst du werden argumentierte, es sei theoretisch möglich, das Leben und die Kunst gegeneinander auszutauschen.

Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing, though the earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be a room to bury anyone anymore?

We're here, the glow of 1804 will say in one and a half centuries. We're here, and we're alive.

It's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we only have one life

But there was always work to be done. We spent our lives making livings.

I'm here, Dr. Fein, because it upsets my mom that I'm having an impossible time with my life." "Should it upset her?" "Not really. Life is impossible.

I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live, Oskar. Because if I were able to live my life again, I would do things differently. I would change my life. Foer, Jonathan Safran (2006-04-04). Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel (Kindle Locations 1939-1940). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition.

Me pasé la vida aprendiendo a sentir menos. Cada día sentía menos. ¿Eso es madurar? ¿O es algo peor? Uno no puede protegerse de la tristeza sin protegerse al mismo tiempo de la felicidad».

Hayat?m?n en güzel günlerinden biri, hayat?m? yaÅŸad???m ve hayat?m hakk?nda hiç düÅŸünmediÄŸim bir gündü.

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about it at all.

It takes life to live life

No one who isn't us is going to destroy Earth, and no one who isn't us is going to save it. The most hopeless conditions can inspire the most hopeful actions. We have found ways to restore life on Earth in the event of a total collapse because we have found ways to cause a total collapse of life on Earth. We are the flood, and we are the ark.

I spent my life learning how to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

There are more people alive now than have died in all of human history. In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn't, because there aren't enough skulls!

Non ci si può difendere dalla tristezza senza difendersi dalla felicità.

I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.

Without love, you die. With love, you also die. Not all deaths are equal.