Quotes About Life

There was life in outer space, but you didn't want to get it on you.

She'd become more concerned about wasting days than wasting profits. It was as if her life had suddenly gained an importance and a weight it previously didn't have, or that she'd denied. She didn't know the reason.

Is it because they all testify that we are never guaranteed a happy life, only life itself? …

His younger brother looked to him for advice—wisdom—never realizing that older people were almost as uncertain of everything as Billy was, if not more.

Experience keeps a dear school, yet fools will learn at no other.

when you're a young adult, the apparently infinite multiplicity of possible choices—possible jobs, possible friends, possible cities, possible girlfriends or boyfriends—can sometimes fool you into thinking you have an infinite amount of time to try out everything. But once you're married, you've significantly cut down the options, and it suddenly makes your life feel shorter—like now there's a direct line between you and your own death.

An asset is worth what someone is willing to pay for it; and the value of an asset is the cash it will generate over its life.

We don't consider any man successful until he has died well.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.

This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood, So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd. See, here it is-- I hold it towards you.

When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---On death

I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.

I find I cannot exist without Poetry

Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer

If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to live with you for ever.

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die: And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding Adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee mouths sips:

t this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination's struggles, far and nigh, All human; bearing in themselves this good, That they are still the air, the subtle food, To make us feel existence, and to shew How quiet death is.

But this is human life: the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination's struggles, far and nigh, All human; bearing in themselves this good, That they are still the air, the subtle food, To make us feel existence. -Keats, Endymion This is the 'goal' of the soul path – to feel existence; not to overcome life's struggles and anxieties, but to know life first hand, to exist fully in context. (Thomas Moore, Care of the Soul, p.260)

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.