Quotes About Life

The living of Laudomia frequent the house of the unborn to interrogate them: footsteps echo beneath the hollow domes; the questions are asked in silence; and it is always about themselves that the living ask, not about those who are to come.

La pagina ha il suo bene solo quando la volti e c'è la vita dietro che spinge e scompiglia tutti i fogli del libro. La penna corre spinta dallo stesso piacere che ti fa correre le strade. Il capitolo che attacchi e non sai ancora quale storia racconterà è come l'angolo che volterai uscendo dal convento e non sai se ti metterà faccia a faccia con un drago, uno stuolo barbaresco, un'isola incantata, un nuovo amore.

If I had to choose an auspicious sign for the approach of the new millennium, I would choose this: the sudden nimble leap of the poet/philosopher who lifts himself against the weight of the world, proving that its heaviness contains the secret of lightness, while what many believe to be the life force of the times—loud and aggressive, roaring and rumbling—belongs to the realm of death, like a graveyard of rusted automobiles.

I desideri sono già ricordi.

If you compare yourself with the limitations that came afterwards, if you think of how having one form excludes other forms, of the monotonous routine where you finally feel trapped, well, I don't mind saying, life was beautiful in those days.

a ?ycie to tylko tarzanie si? mi?dzy ?ó?kiem a trumn? [...]

Le imprese più ardite vanno vissute con l'animo più semplice.

Mais je fais une chose tout à fait bonne: je vis dans les arbres

One sees one's past more and more clearly as time goes by.

Her way of living in the world, filled with interest in what the world can give her, dismisses the egocentric abyss of the suicide's novel that ends by sinking into itself.

It is in this that the public man's ascendance over the crowd consists: he is the man who will have a public death, the man whose death we are sure to be there for, all together, and that is why so long as he lives he will enjoy our interested, anticipatory concern.

La página tiene utilidad sólo cuando le das la vuelta y está detrás la vida que empuja y desordena todas las hojas del libro.

Amerigo avrebbe voluto continuare a scontrarsi con le cose, a battersi, eppure intanto raggiungere dentro di sé la calma al di là di tutto... Non sapeva cosa avrebbe voluto: capiva solo quant'era distante, lui come tutti, dal vivere come va vissuto quello che cercava di vivere

Anyway, the conclusion to which all stories come is that the life a person has led is one and one alone, uniform and compact as a shrunken blanket where you can't distinguish the fibers of the weave.

The main thrust of his poetics was constantly to raise the target which literature sets itself: he challenges literature to describe the indescribable, from macrocosm to microcosm, from the Big Bang to the division of cells.

Y ella se abandona a la corriente de la lectura como al único acto de vida posible en un mundo donde no queda sino arena árida sobre capas de betún oleoso y peligro de muerte por razón de Estado y reparto de fuentes de energía...

Viviamo in un paese dove si verificano sempre le cause e non gli effetti

Aquella mañana en Dorotea sentí que no había bien que no pudiera esperar de la vida. En los años siguientes mis ojos volvieron a contemplar las extensiones del desierto y las rutas de las caravanas; pero ahora sé que éste es solo uno de los tantos caminos que se me abrían aquella mañana en Dorotea. ( Ciudad: Dorotea)

Çevresini saran karanl?k, kalle? dünya birden gizli zenginliklerini sunuyormu?, ya?amdan hala, toplu sözle?menin saat ücreti, ek ücret,çocuk yard?m?, pahal?l?k yard?m? d???nda da bir ?ey beklenebilirmi? gibi geldi Marcovaldo'ya.

and she abandons herself to the flow of reading as if to the sole possible action of life…

I can be sure that even in this tiny, insignificant episode there is implicit everything I have ever experienced, all the past, the multiple past I have tried in vain to leave behind me, the lives that in the end are soldered into an overall life, which continues even in this place from which I have decided I must not move…

poor, frail universe, born of nothing, all we are and do resembles you.

Ci si mette a scrivere di lena, ma c'è un'ora in cui la penna non gratta che polveroso inchiostro, e non vi scorre più una goccia di vita, e la vita è tutta fuori, fuori dalla finestra, fuori di te, e ti sembra che mai più potrai rifugiarti nella pagina che scrivi, aprire un altro mondo, fare un salto.[...] scrivendo non mi sono cambiata in bene, ho solo consumato un po' d'ansiosa incosciente giovinezza.

Suspended over the abyss, the life of Octavias inhabitants is less uncertain than in other cities. They know the net will last only so long.