Quotes About Life

It had great joy and great sadness and the ability to accept both and be content.

think many people love their problems. Gives them all sorts of excuses for not growing up and getting on with life.

We love life, thought Reine-Marie as she watched Ruth and Rosa sitting side by side, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving.

She lived, it seemed, at the place where the river Styx narrowed.

you don't get to be old without knowing grief. And loss.

I think wisdom comes with age and life and pain. And knowing what matters.

The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marvelled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.

Living our lives was like living in a long house. We entered as babies at one end, and we exited when our time came. And in between we moved through this one, great, long room. Everyone we ever met, and every thought and action lived in that room with us. Until we made peace with the less agreeable parts of our past they'd continue to heckle us from way down the long house. And sometimes the really loud, obnoxious ones told us

He fell silent, remembering. And then he remembered. And lost her again, the island drifting farther out to sea. For Robert Mongeau there would always be a before and an after. All events would henceforth be dated from Sylvie alive and Sylvie dead.

Go now to your dwelling place," he said to Morin. "To enter into the days of your togetherness. And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

For Frère Mathieu there were no more mysteries. He knew who took his life. And he now knew if there was a God. And a Heaven. And angels. And even a celestial choir.

Actually, the real mystery is why more people don't commit murder. It must be terrible to be human.

The terrible or the wonderful? The goodness or the cruelty? Your life will be decided by that choice.

As much as Gabri liked to refer to the elderly poet as the Labrador on the leg of life, she was indeed trained.

knew the terror of that first step. He also knew that the key to a full life was taking it. The trick wasn't necessarily having less fear, it was finding more courage.

Life can be cruel, as you know. But it can also be kind. Filled with wonders. You need to remember that. You have your own choice to make, Armand. What're you going to focus on? What's unfair, or all the wonderful things that happen? Both are true, both are real. Both need to be accepted. But which carries more weight with you? . . . The terrible or the wonderful? The goodness or the cruelty? Your life will be decided by that choice.

And may your days be good and long upon the earth.

wrote that we can create situations in which we are happy, but we cannot create joy. It just happens.

The lines of his face were the longitude and latitude of his life. The

A Scotch, please, Marie,' said Ruth, suddenly deflating and sinking back into the chair. 'I'm sorry. Forgive me.' She sounded to Gamache like someone used to apologising. 'I suppose I could blame Jane's death for my poor behavior, but as you'll discover, I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.

It was one of life's little mysteries that this woman she had absolutely no respect for, could lay her flat.

The ways of the Creator, he knew, were hard to fathom. But not nearly as hard as the ways of the created.

I think many people love their problems. Gives them all sorts of excuses for not growing up and getting on with life.' Myrna leaned back again in her chair and took a long breath. 'Life is change. If you aren't growing and evolving you're standing still, and the rest of the world is surging ahead. Most of these people are very immature. They lead "still" lives, waiting.

A portrait reveals the inner life, the secret life of the person. That's what painters try to capture. But it's one thing to hunt it down in someone else, and a whole other thing to turn the gun on ourselves.