Quotes About Life

Barcelona, negó entonces con la cabeza Dalmau, era una ciudad tremendamente cruel con quienes la engrandecían entregando su vida y su salud, su familia y sus hijos.

Todo se olvida, muchacha. Olvidamos hasta la muerte de nuestros seres queridos, que es la mayor desgracia que puede acaecernos.

Luego la vida diaria te engulle y tus pensamientos vagan de un lugar a otro al albur de los sucesos.

Ella conocía el rigor de la existencia, y sabía que las personas respondían más allá incluso de donde era previsible o de donde se pudiera sostener que era soportable. Injusticias, palizas, violaciones, humillaciones... ¡crueldad!, y sin embargo la propia vida, instintivamente, se agarraba con tenacidad a la más mortecina de las luces.

Hay cosas que nos hacen envejecer más que el trascurso de los años...

The resurrection happens in the present moment, but it is a present moment bathed in future, a new relationship with God, a new union, a new wholeness—a new catholicity—by which life is wholly unified.

With this new sense of moving forward, from simple to complex life forms, from bacteria to humans, science shows that evolution is more than a method of collecting and classifying the facts of life; rather it is the means by which humanity can move forward into the future.

The new universe story is the intercommunion of life itself, of each part with the whole. Everything is in communion in the vast web of the universe. The intense communion within the material world enables life to emerge into being. Living forms are

Leben ist angewandte Unsicherheit.

Life isn't easy. And everybody have their own yoke, suffer and pain. Do not think that only you have the hardest life on this earth.

What's the point of not taking chances? I don't know if I could stand living my whole life afraid.

Because if you can just hold off the moment when you must confront reality, time stands still and you can keep pretending that life will continue as you´ve known it: that nothing-not even something as wonderful and as terrible as love-has broken your world beyond repair.

The things you think about when you're a hair's breath away from getting yourself killed.

You know, Bob, school is school, one of those life experiences we kids all have to get through in order to become you. Then we wonder what all the fuss was about, especially while we're cleaning up your little messes: toxic waste, war, bank bailouts. Honestly, if we ran up debt the way you guys do? You'd ground us, take away our cells, and make us clean toilets with a toothbrush until we'd pay back every penny.

So I think I'll stay here a little while longer. There's plenty of time to get off this gurney and open that door and rejoin the rest of you. There's all the time I have left on Earth. There's the rest of my life.

Staying alive just to stay alive isn't enough.

A chronic headache muttered in her temples, but like Barrett said, no one ever died from pain. True, but some days you didn't much enjoy living either.

As long as you're alive, there is hope...Hope is saying that I will live one more day, and that is a blessing, too.

When someone is beyond help, when there is no hope, it's a choice. When we know for certain, when the dogs warn us that a child is turning , it's still a choice.- -A choice between what and what?- -What do you think? If you were turning, if you knew that you'd try to kill your friends, people you loved...are you telling me that you'd choose to become one of them ?- -Between what and what?- Where there was life, there was hope.

But every second I'm alive is one more moment I still have a chance to do something.

In peaceful times in a peaceful country a man grows up, goes to school, marries, works, suffers illnesses, grows old. He may go through the whole of life without understanding what freedom is. No doubt he always feels free to the extent to which it is proper for a respectable citizen with average powers of imagination to be free.

Every day I would run to the library to get new books. Reading was a passion: I wanted to understand life. I read Dostoevsky and Brehm, Jules Verne and Turgenev, Dickens and the Zhivopisnoye Obozreniye; and the more I read, th emore I doubted everything. Lies surrounded me on all sides; one moment I wanted to run off to the Indian jungle, the next to throw a bomb at the governor-general's house on Tverskaya, the next to hang myself.

Life seemed too calm; people looked for unhappiness in art as one might look for a raw material in short supply.

Yes we lived. We lived, yes, don't say it was a dream/