Quotes About Life

What one person has, another cannot have; and that every atom of substance, of whatever kind, used or consumed, is so much human life spent, which, if it issue in the saving present life, or gaining more, is well spent, but if not, is either so much life prevented or so much slain.

A chama da vida arde por um tempo e então se apaga. As sepulturas aguardam pacientemente a hora de serem ocupadas. A morte é o fim de toda a vida. Viver é se remexer constantemente em um túmulo. As coisas vivem e morrem. Às vezes vivem bem, e às vezes mal, mas sempre morrem, e a morte é aquilo que reduz todas as coisas ao menor denominador comum.

But the laughter was like a water bug on a pond, skating across the surface of his mind. He was amused and he laughed, but nothing was deeply funny; life was simply stupid most of the time.

Some people would say bullshit is the grease that gets people through life," Weather said. "Other people," Letty said. "Not me.

Hey, people get killed from time to time, that's just the way of the world, let's not bust a budget about it . . .

We need to know who it is, if he or she is there," Lucas said. "That person's life could be in danger from the same people who killed Tubbs . . . unless he or she did it. Then, that'd mean you're working with a cold-blooded killer." "Okay. I'll think about it," MacGuire said. "I'm not lying to you here, I really don't know—but I'll think about it, and ask around.

Everyone should have a hippie painter anarchist in their lives. It's the guys in silvered aviators with guns that you've got to be wary of.

Death had a strange effect on the left-behind people. Some found peace and a new life; some clutched the death to their breasts.

old musicians never die, they just decompose.

you are a journey all of your own, and I hope you enjoy yourself in the rest of it.

death. On impulse, she picked up the remote

Robertson was in the operating room and no word on his condition was coming out. A bloody-handed nurse, who'd taken him in, stood washing her hands, and when Lucas asked, she said, "I've seen worse who lived. But then, I've seen better who died." No help there.

systems—power, propulsion, communication, life support—were

There is nothing between me and death, but luck and sex and coincidence.

this life. We're just a bunch of meat. When we think something, it's just chemicals. When we love something, it's more chemicals. When we die, all the chemicals go back in the ground, and that's it. There's nothing left. You don't go anywhere, except in the ground. No heaven, no hell, no God, no nothing. Just . . . nothing.

pleasant-enough place, as cemeteries went, and if somebody had told him that he'd be buried there, after a life of, say, a hundred forty years and much more sex and barbecue, he would have been content with the prospect.

That hadn't occurred to me," Lucas said. "Because you're not a natural politician," the governor said. He laughed again. "This is the kind of thing that makes life interesting." "Unless you're Dannon. Or Carver." "Well, yeah, I suppose," the governor said. "I'll assign somebody to say a prayer for them.

Sometimes the world does seem like it's going nuts. Then, you go to a party like this one, with your friends, and you realize how wonderful everything really is. With all the bullshit—it's still wonderful." They

Out, out, brief candle. Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full

in to Reader's Digest.

I didn't choose the Nerd Life. The Nerd Life chose me. Awkwardly and without making eye contact.

Fear is a scavenger who feeds on the future; on what may be and what is possible, extending down the line of our lives.

I've been told my liminal space is like the dark of the grave. But I think of it as the dark from the other end of life entirely. The dark of everything ahead, not everything behind.

It's a hell of a thing to say good-bye to your whole life.