Quotes About Life

Who hasn't walked through a life of small tragedies? 'Sister Sonja often asked me, as though to understand the depth and breadth of human suffering would be enough to pull me outside of my own.

When you have so much real drama in your life, it's hard to think about fiction.

wasn't afraid of dying because dying had always been somewhere in our house, somewhere so close, we could feel the wind of it on our cheeks.

she said she was going to live-that tomorrow wasn't guaranteed.

He went way up in the air and when he came down again, he got up and ran away. But he stopped at the corner, Angel says. And died.

Guess that's where the tears came from, knowing that there's so much in this great big world that you don't have a single ounce of control over. Guess the sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll have one less heartbreak in your life. Oh Lord. Some evenings I don't know where the old pains end and the new ones begin. Feels like the older you get the more they run into one long, deep aching.

But sometimes living pulls back the skin of another life. A possibility.

God, how he loved every single cell dividing.

I think of it..." Jeremiah said slowly. "Like weather or something. You got your rain, your snow, your sunshine. Always changing but still constant, you know?"... "So it's not always raining, is it? But when it's not raining, we know the rain isn't gone forever.

It isn't very logical to live my life on goundless supposition. I have to assume the truth of the moment is the truth of the future. - Leah

There are no coincidences. If something happens and we don't understand the reason, that doesn't mean there is no reason. It means that the reason will later be revealed, likely not in this life.

Everyone yearns for heaven, and nothing binds you to the hope of eternal life like that kind of defeat on earth.

The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life.

I wrote some bad poetry that I published in North African journals, but even as I withdrew into this reading, I also led the life of a kind of young hooligan.

I mean that every word ought to carry the meaning that God has given to life (even though it may never refer to God). It ought to carry joy, hope, forgiveness, love, reconciliation, light, and peace in the order of truth. It contributes to the elucidation of the meaning of life.

Çünkü günah kanun olmadan yaÅŸayamaz. Bir zamanlar kanun yoktu ve ben hayattayd?m, ama sonra buyruk gelince günah dirildi ve ben öldüm. Ve gördüm ki hayat getirmesi gereken buyruk, ölüm getirdi. Çünkü buyruktan f?rsat bulan günah beni kand?rd?, ve böylece beni öldürdü. [Romans, 7:7-11]

Le premier symbole où nous reconnaissons l'humanité dans ses vestiges est la sépulture, et le truchement de la mort se reconnaît en toute relation où l'homme vient à la vie de son histoire.

v tomto zmysle práve tak ako "umenie pre umenie" neuznáva prosto a jednoducho svet mravnosti a hodnoty ?udského života a to, že umelec je ?LOVEK, tak ani heslo "umenie pre ?udí" neuznáva prosto a jednoducho svet umenia samotného a hodnoty tvorivého intelektu a to, že umelec je UMELCOM.

poézia je nutná práve do tej miery, nako?ko je neužito?ná a slobodná, pretože ?u?om prináša zjavenie skuto?nosti mimo skuto?nos?, skúsenos? skrytých významov vecí, tajomné spolo?enstvo so svetom krásy, bez ktorého ?udia nemôžu ani ži?, ani vies? mravný život.

Todo ser vivo es también un fósil. Lleva en sí, y hasta en la estructura microscópica de sus proteínas, las huellas, si no los estigmas, de su ascendencia. Esto es más cierto en el Hombre que en cualquier otra especie animal, en razón de la dualidad, física e «ideal», de la evolución de la que es heredero.

FROM THE TIME that Claudine was an infant, she saw me butchering deer carcasses, plucking pheasants, skinning frogs, or eviscerating rabbit or squab. She understood and knew naturally that there was nothing cruel or malicious in those processes. They were a normal part of life. In fact, most of the deer meat we enjoyed was road kill that otherwise would have gone to waste; we stewed it in red wine or roasted or grilled it, turning extra meat into sausages.

I WAS BORN on the eighteenth of December, 1935, in the town Bourg-en-Bresse, about thirty miles northeast of Lyon, the second of three sons of Jeanne and Jean-Victor Pépin. Weighing only two and one half pounds, I nearly died at birth. The midwife lined a shoebox with dishtowels and put me inside, placing the makeshift incubator between two bricks that had been warmed on the stove.

Le vieux Hemingway énonçait une règle très simple: l'écrivain devait toujours s'en tenir aux sujets qu'il connaissait le mieux.

Quand la mort lui parle de l'amour la vie frémit Quand la vie lui parle de la mort l'amour sourit.