Quotes About Life

I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.

We live our lives, made up of a great quantity of / isolated instants / So as to be lost at the heart of a multitude of things.

Oh there once was a woman and she kept a shop selling trinkets to tourists not far from a dock who came to see what life could be far back on the island. And it was always a party there always different but very nice New friends to give you advice or fall in love with you which is nice and each grew so perfectly from the other it was a marvel of poetry and irony

As he lay expiring in the agony of death, the standers-by could hear him say softly 'I have seen the glories of the world.

This whole time, I thought it was some kind of prophecy. Like I was special, unique, and the universe had picked me for some reason. But that's not really true. It's like these cards. You get what you're dealt, but it's how you play them that matters.

One day I'm going to use this experience in my memoirs [...]. Is when a famous person writes about their life and describes the bad stuff they went through. It's important to have enough bad stuff or it just seems like bragging, and no one likes that. So messing up today that's really helpful, because is shows that I'm human.

London life made one lazy, he considered. Unfit for real existence.

How deceptively light they are, the truly decisive steps we take in life.

I too could go, oh, yes, at a moment's notice I could go and be as though I had not been, except that the long habit of living indisposeth me for dying

How strange a thing it was to be here, animate and conscious, on this ball of mud and brine as it whirled through the illimitable depths of space.

I am old now, or oldening ...

I often ask myself whether my decision to pursue a life of scholarship -- if decision is the right word -- was a result of an essential poverty of the soul, or if the desiccation which I sometimes suspect is the one truly distinguishing mark of my scholarship was an inevitable consequence of that decision.

Happy sadness, sad happiness, the story of my life and loves

Yes, tings endure while the living lapse

It has always seemed to me a disgrace that the embarrassments of early life should continue to smart throughout adulthood with undiminished intensity. Is it not enough that our youthful blunders made us cringe at the time, when we were at our tenderest, but must stay with us beyond cure, burn marks ready to flare up painfully at the merest touch? No: an indiscretion from earliest adolescence will still bring a blush to the cheek of the nonagenarian on his deathbed.

Yes, things endure, while the living lapse.

his father was still living, and the living require more thought.

The dead are my dark matter, filling up impalpably the empty spaces of the world.

But then, at what moment, of all our moments, is life not utterly, utterly changed, until the final, most momentous change of all?

of her blood. Oh, I do not say these are

We carry the dead with us only until we die too, and then it is we who are borne along for a little while, and then our bearers in turn drop, and so on into the unimaginable generations.

When I look back all is flux, without beginning and flowing towards no end, or none that I shall experience, except as a final full stop. The items of flotsam that I choose to salvage from the general wreckage—and what is a life but a gradual shipwreck?—may take on an aspect of inevitability when I put them on display in their glass showcases, but they are random; representative, perhaps, perhaps compellingly so, but random nonetheless.

Ma ei looda surmajärgsele elule ega jumalusele, kes võiks seda pakkuda. Arvestades, missuguse maailma ta lõi, oleks temasse uskumine jumalavallatus.

Kundera's novel [ The Unbearable Lightness of Being ] seems as relevant now as it did when it was first published. Relevance, however, is nothing compared with that sense of felt life which the truly great novelists communicate.