Quotes About Life

But I remember another image from Earth: the rich dark green grass that grew in graveyards.

A square meter of earth, Dostoevski said; if all you had was a square meter of earth to stand on, and nothing around you but impenetrable fog, living would be preferable to dying.

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Life is a bunch of cells walking around with a common purpose.

I fell asleep and dreamed that I was a machine, mimicking the functions of life, creaking and clanking my clumsy way through a world, people too polite to say anything but giggling behind my back, and the little man who sat inside my head pulling the levers and clutches and watching the dials, he was hopelessly mad and was storing up hurts for the day- Mandella—wake up, goddammit, your shift!

You live, you die, they throw you on the compost heap. Then you live again, without the inconvenience of consciousness.

You can't make a date in death's dateless night.

PÃ…â"¢edstava, že bychom se mÄ›li odebrat na v??nost kv?li nÄ›jaké chybÄ› na tÃ…â"¢icátém desetinném místÄ›, které se dopustil neznámý programátor, se mi v?bec nelíbila.

Good afternoon, Suzy Q. Are you ladies all right?" "Nobody's all right, Officer. Nobody's all wrong, nobody's all right. We all of us stuck in the middle." He

Oh, stop. You live, you die, they throw you on the compost heap. Then you live again, without the inconvenience of consciousness.

We did have the consolation, not small, that however short the remainder of our lives would be, we would at least be together.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.

There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out. Of course, I suppose everyone ALWAYS dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your grandchildren. Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies.

Don't ever have children, Tyler, unless you're ready to be afraid everyday for the rest of your life.

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

Those who are patient in the trivial things in life and control themselves will one day have the same mastery in great and important things.

The gentle and yielding is the disciple of life.

We are like blades of grass or trees of the forest, creations of the universe, of the spirit of the universe, and the spirit of the universe has neither life nor death. Vanity is the only obstacle to life.

A nagging focus on time management makes us want to increase the speed of our lives. Maintaining a focus on priority management helps us recognize the need to slow down. When our use of time is built around well-defined priorities, life is less a question of how much we can get done and more a question of whether something is worth doing at all.

It is both good and horrible to talk with Death when you know he's sitting at your table.

How's life?" "That's the stupidest question I've ever heard.

Without death, there is hardly any threat strong enough to truly appreciate human life. He thinks: I am as good as dead--too afraid to live, only waiting, never taking a risk--I am as good as dead already.

As a boy, all I ever wanted was this: a life dedicated to art; every idea, every breath an artistic gesture. And here is this girl before me, blowing on her hands to keep warm. And why am I so worried it's not going to last?

What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? And so he stares for an hour or so at all her notes, at the poorly sketched drawings for an art movement that has now come to an end, and realizes how there are all these moments, moments just like this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them beautiful, is the fact that none of them last.