Quotes About Life

Wat vermodderd was, was vermodderd: het leven, eenmaal vergooid, was niet meer terug te winnen.

Plotseling omhuiverde Lucius de heilige vrees voor Wat Is Geweest. En kwam hem klein voor, zijn eigen leven en leed...

Voelde zij, dat het leven over alles wat van ons is, geluk of smart, heenradert met zijn onverschillige jubelkarren en dat het maar het beste is om niets te geven en te voelen, ook niets?

Het mooie van onze verbeelding is voor ons, die geen menschen van doen zijn, de troost van ons leven.

Richting geven aan je leven. Weinigen denken om richting. Doel voor energieken, richting voor de slapperen... Zelve moet je je richting vinden, geef aan je leven een mooie richting, een edel rhytme, vind het pad, want dat is alles...

Groote God, wat was het ellendig... dat aftakelen, dat oud worden, dat zich voortslepen van de dagen, de jaren; wat was het ellendig, dat alles wat je kreeg van het leven, je betalen moest met je jonge dagen eerst, en later met je oudere jaren - als was het leven een bank, waarop je wissels trok, - als was je bestaan een kapitaal, waarvan je leefde, en nooit spaarde een cent - zoodat, als je dood zoû zijn, je ook alles en alles verspild had...

To take risks is the very essence of Jewish life, that is, to take necessary risks. The wise man seeks not to avoid but to minimize risks. He minimizes them by using judgment and by knowledge and by thinking. These are, fortunately, preeminently Jewish attributes.

In deference to such spectacular carnage it is perhaps perverse to dwell upon one person's death, but we are creatures so constituted that the passing of one friend or one acquaintance has a profounder effect that that of 100,000 strangers. If there is any metaphorical truth in the Jewish proverb that he who saves one life saves the whole world, then there is equal metaphorical truth in the proposition that when one person dies, the whole world dies with them.

One can't relive one's life. Forgiveness is not what's difficult one's always too ready to forgive. And it does no good, that's obvious.

La jeunesse est un temps merveilleux qui aboutit presque toujours à une trahison de soi-même dont on ignore comment elle s'est faite, et dont le reste de la vie se passe à contempler les conséquences dans un consentement dont on ne s'étonne même plus.

monde se tourne vers nous et dise : ces gens sont d'une race qui ne sait pas mourir... nous sommes un témoignage.

A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner, so if one's life is cold and bare he can blame none but himself.

I cannot drug my life with the present moment; The present moment may rape--but all in vain-- The future, for the future remains a virgin Who must be tried again.

Thus were we weaned to knowledge of the Will That wills the natural world, but wills us dead.

Their ghosts are gagged, their books are library flotsam, Some of their names - not all - we learnt in school But, life being short, we rarely read their poems, Mere source-books now to point or except a rule, While those opinions which rank them high are based On a wish to be different or on lack of taste.

Why not admit that other people are always Organic to the self, that a monologue Is the death of language and that a single lion Is less himself, or alive, than a dog and another dog? With vision but it is vision builds the eye; And in a sense the children kill their parents But do the parents die? And the beloved destroys like fire or water But water sculpts and fire refines And if you are going to read the testaments of cynics You must read between the lines.

for you are alive beyond question, like the dazzle on the sea my darling

The longer I live, the less I trust ideas, the more I trust emotions.

We poets have no need for drugs to attain the borderline between life and death.

For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring. (Acts 17:26-28)

The Witch's conception of what Narnia should be like is similar to what Sauron desires for Middle-earth (and what Satan desires for our own world) : a barren landscape devoid of life peopled by joyless automatons who neither laugh nor take pleasure in anything. It is Satan, not Christ who is the cosmic killjoy.

salvation is less like a good man becoming a saintly man than it is like a statue coming to life.

A beautiful lady is an accident of nature. A beautiful old lady is a work of art.

True religion is the life we lead, not the creed we profess.