Quotes About Life

People hurried past, the others of the street, endless anonymous, twenty-one lives per second, race-walking in their faces and pigments, sprays of fleetest being.

What's the point of living if we don't die at the end of it?

the half-concealed disasters that constitute a life.

Isn't death a blessing? Doesn't it define the value of our lives, minute to minute, year to year?

I want to eat lunch. You want to eat lunch. We're people in the world. We need to eat and talk.

Nothingness is staring you in the face. Utter and permanent oblivion. You will cease to be. To be, Jack. The dier accepts this and dies. The killer, in theory, attempts to defeat his own death by killing others. He buys time, he buys life. - Murray (WN 291)

I realized the place was awash in noise. The toneless systems, the jangle and skid of carts, the loudspeaker and coffee-making machines, the cries of children. And over it all, or under it all, a dull and unlocatable roar, as of some form of swarming life just outside the range of human apprehension.

Jessie was trying to read science fiction but nothing she read so far could begin to match ordinary life on this planet, she said, for sheer unimaginableness.

What do we have to live for, but each other. What do we have to die for, but our love?

I watched Buford set things up and I decided that tending bar might be a pretty good way to spend one's life. Spanking down big foaming steins of beer to be encircled by the huge skeet-shooting hands of virile novelists. Rattling the cocktail shaker and doing a little samba step for the amusement of the ladies. To be an expert at something.

The alphabet is male and female. If you will know the correct order of letters, you make a world, you make creation. This is why they will hide the order. If you will know the combinations, you make all life and death.

common words of spark and heart.

Opportunity, adventure, sunsets, dusty death.

The game doesn't change the way you sleep or wash your face or chew your food. It changes nothing but your life.

Maybe that was the answer I needed, the one route back. So simple. To decide to love the age.

Miracles share the landscape with death.

He has abandoned his life to understanding that moment in Dallas, the seven seconds that broke the back of the American century.

If you let me teach you not to end a sentence with a preposition, Edgar thought, I will save your life.

Our lives, examined carefully in all their affinities and links, abound with suggestive meaning, with themes and involute turnings we have not allowed ourselves to see completely.

Tutto dovrebbe essere qualcosa. Ma non lo è mai. È la natura dell'esistenza.

You don't know the connection? You don't know that every privilege in your life and every thought in your mind depends on the ability of the two great powers to hang a threat over the planet?

Is it better to commit evil and attempt to balance it with an exalted act than to live a resolutely neutral life?

The only problem I had was that my whole life was a lesson in the effect of echoes, that I was living in the third person.

This is death. I don't want it to tarry awhile so I can write a monograph. I want it to go away for seventy or eighty years.