Quotes About Life

May God grant you many years to live, For sure He must be knowing The earth has angels all too few And Heaven is overflowing.

God made time, but man made haste.

Twenty years a child twenty years running wild twenty years a mature man-and after that, praying.

A son is a son till he takes him a wife, a daughter is a daughter all of her life.

For you being human means being human and being a woman and being a worker and being everything, everything. Asking a lot? Each of us is asked only for what he can give. Woe betide us, if he doesn't give it all.

I feel tired. Today was so eventful, and such a strain. Life generally is, these days. I don't want to do any more thinking. In fact I can't do any more thinking. My brain's all full of spots of light and darkness, circling in confusion.

Adventure cannot be had where some degree of danger or risk is not present. Any life lived to a fully satisfying extend carries risk in its very nature.

I've got to learn o take rest and shelter - here, there, anywhere - with as much composure and ease as I accept the open road. It is the basic contest between Being and Doing, focused in my life now as never before.

By definition, you have to live until you die. Better to make that life as complete and enjoyable an experience as possible, in case death is shite, which I suspect it will be.

I was anti-everything and everyone. I didn't want people around me. This aversion was not some big crippling anxiety; merely a mature recognition of my own psychological vulnerability and my lack of suitability as a companion. Thoughts jostled for space in my crowded brain as i struggled to give them some order which might serve to motivate my listless life.

This is what being alive's all about, all those fucked up feelings. You've got to have them; when you stop, watch out.

People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid.

He emphasised basic truths: you are not dying yet, you have to live your life until you are. Underpinning them was the belief that the grim reality of impending death can be talked away by trying to invest in the present reality of life. I didn't believe that at the time, but now I do. By definition, you have to live until you die. Better to make that life as complete and enjoyable an experience as possible, in case death is shite, which I suspect it will be.

Since every man desires happiness, it is evidently no small matter whether he conceives of happiness in terms of work or of enjoyment.

Our attitudes control our lives. Attitudes are a secret power working twenty-four hours a day, for good or bad. It is of paramount importance that we know how to harness and control this great force.

Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.

Art is a staple, like bread or wine or a warm coat in winter. Man's spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.

Talent is cheap; dedication is expensive. It will cost you your life.

Art is amoral; so is life. For me there are no obscene pictures or books; there are only poorly conceived and poorly executed ones.

Savoir souffrir sans se plaindre, ça c'est la seule chose pratique, c'est la grande science, la leçon à apprendre, la solution du problème de la vie. [Knowing how to suffer without complaining is the only practical thing, it's the great science, the lesson to learn, the solution to the problem of life.]

Life's not so bad after all. There are not only poison but also antidotes.

Another cat? Perhaps. For love there is also a season; its seeds must be resown. But a family cat is not replaceable like a wornout coat or a set of tires. Each new kitten becomes its own cat, and none is repeated. I am four cats old, measuring out my life in friends that have succeeded but not replaced one another.

All man's honors are small beside the greatest prize to which he may and must aspire--the finding of his soul, his spirit, his divine strength and worth--the knowledge that he can and must live in freedom and dignity--the final realization that life is not a daily dying, not a pointless end, not ashes-to-ashes and dust-to-dust, but a soaring and blinding gift snatched from eternity.

Nothing so precious as memory, nothing so useless.