Quotes About Life

Joseph was elderly and lean and serious, and his life was so complicated that only a profound man would know him to be simple.

YaÅŸamayan insanlara cennet umudundan nas?l söz edilebilir? Kendi ruhlar? çiÄŸnendiÄŸi, kederlere gömüldüÄŸü bir anda onlara nas?l Allah'tan söz edilebilir? Onlar?n yard?ma ihtiyac? var. Ölüme boyun eÄŸmeden önce yaÅŸamalar? gerek.

Ci sono tanti mondi, quante sono le giornate.

No one knows how greatness comes to a man. It may lie in his blackness, sleeping, or it may lance into him like those driven fiery particles from outer space. These things, however, are known about greatness: need gives it life and puts it in action; it never comes without pain; it leaves a man changed, chastened, and exalted at the same time—he can never return to simplicity.

When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.

A day, a livelong day, is not one thing but many. It changes not only in growing light toward zenith and decline again, but in texture and mood, in tone and meaning, warped by a thousand factors of season, of heat or cold, of still or multi winds, torqued by odors, tastes, and the fabrics of ice or grass, of bud or leaf or black-drawn naked limbs. As a day changes so do its subjects, bugs and birds, cats, dogs, butterflies and people.

Well, tell me. You see, there's a responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be. What

We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours--being born on it, working it, dying on it. That makes ownership, not a paper with numbers on it.

A mother does not become pregnant in order to provide employment to medical people. Giving birth is an ecstatic jubilant adventure not available to males. It is a woman's crowning creative experience of a lifetime.

Woman can change better'n man,'' ''Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got it all in his head.

life is a gift and it's meant for the living, and we dishonor our dead by squandering that gift in favor of the destructiveness of our self-pity.

We are most alive when we're in love.

What you haven't done by thirty you're not likely to do. What you have done you'll do lots more.

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people any more, they're just ssoul-less sheep.

All love is betrayal, in that it flatters life. The loveless man is best armed.

Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.

You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds he will lie beneath what he now stands on, dead as those insects whose sound he no longer hears, and the grass will go on growing, wild and blind.

Perhaps we meet our heaven at the start and not the end of life.

Driving is boring, Rabbit pontificates, but it's what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering why the hell you went.

There is no such thing as static happiness. Happiness is a mixed thing, a thing compounded of sacrifices, and losses, and betrayals.

but with his mother there's no question of liking him they're not even in a way separate people he began in her stomach and if she gave him life she can take it away and if he feels that withdrawal it will be the grave itself.

as souls must cry when they awaken in tiny babies and find themselves far from heaven

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

Life. Too much of it, and not enough. The fear that it will end some day, and the fear that tomorrow will be the same as yesterday.