Quotes About Life

Their true lives lie below, even now beginning to reassemble themselves, calling this very flesh out of the air, in mail waiting to be opened, in telephones ringing and paper work on office desks, in the chance utterance of a name.

No weakening of the spirit. No sense of the irony of human existence, that we are the highest form of life on earth and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

So you're saying, Jack, that death would be just as threatening even if you'd accomplished all you'd ever hoped to accomplish in your life and work.' 'Are you crazy? Of course. That's an elitist idea. Would you ask a man who bags groceries if he fears death not because it is death but because there are still some interesting groceries hw would like to bag?' 'Well said.' 'This is death. I don't want it to tarry awhile to I can write a monograph. I want it to go way for seventy or eighty years.

Only the fiercest risks make existence possible.

It was these secondary levels of life, these extrasensory flashes and floating nuances of being, these pockets of rapport forming unexpectedly, that made me believe we were a magic act, adults and children together, sharing unaccountable things.

The Chief of Student Welcoming writes that the school was created exclusively for youths of the underprivileged countries of Asia, Africa and Latin America. Lee wonders how they can think he is privileged. It is part of the general stupidity about life in the U.S.

He spent half his life looking for bottle openers in other peoples' kitchens.

No caffeine always helps". Yes, I thought. Reward my virtue, give me life.

How deep is time? How far down into the life of matter do we have to go before we understand what time is?

But there are different kinds of death, David. And I prefer that kind, his kind, to the death I've been fighting all my life.

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.

What is a nucleotide ? You don't know, do you? Yet these are the building blocks of life. What good is knowledge if it just floats in the air? It goes from computer to computer. It changes and grows every second of every day. But nobody actually knows anything.

She took the kettle back to the stove because this is how you live a life even if you don't know it...

I think it's a mistake to lose one's sense of death, even one's fear of death. Isn't death the boundary we need? Doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? You have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry of a final line, a border or limit." I

I like clearing my arm from the folds of the garment to look at my watch. The simple act of checking the time is transformed by this flourish. Decorative gestures add romance to a life.

DEPARTMENT HEADS wear academic robes at the College-on-the-Hill. Not grand sweeping full-length affairs but sleeveless tunics puckered at the shoulders. I like the idea. I like clearing my arm from the folds of the garment to look at my watch. The simple act of checking the time is transformed by this flourish. Decorative gestures add romance to a life.

It was a period of looks and glances, teeming interactions, part of the sensory array I ordinarily cherish. Heat, noise, lights, looks, words, gestures, personalities, appliances. A colloquial density that makes family life the one medium of sense knowledge in which an astonishment of heart is routinely contained.

Chaque moment perdu est la vie.

Death adapts, like a viral agent. Is it a law of nature? Or some private superstition of mine?

This must be how people escape the pull of the earth, the gravitational leaf-flutter that brings us hourly closer to dying.

The soft life is what I'm settling into and the only question is how deadly it will turn out to be.

he lived with the consequences of self discovery and i suspected this was a more exacting hardship than anything the world might have worked out for him...

If we believe we are just being naughty in the classroom of life, how can we ever hear this beautiful invitation from Jesus? If we believe in lukewarm sin, won't our repentance be lukewarm as well?

How can you explain that it's just that he was sad, that he'd been sad all his life, and he knew he'd always be sad?