Quotes About Life

Là où la vie emmure, l'intelligence perce une issue.

This is the feeling that death does not descend upon all men alike, but that a more oncoming wave of its tragic tide carries off a life placed at the same level as others which the waves that follow will long continue to spare.

I was awakened by the blare of a regimental band which passed every day beneath my windows. But on several occasions — and I mention these because one cannot properly describe human life unless one shews it soaked in the sleep in which it plunges, which, night after night, sweeps round it as a promontory is encircled by the sea — the intervening layer of sleep was strong enough to bear the shock of the music and I heard nothing.

C'est peut-être de la même manière qu'une sorte de bouture prélevée sur un être, et greffée au cœur d'un autre, continue à y poursuivre sa vie, même quand l'être d'où elle avait été détachée a péri.

Romanistas priver?ia mus per vien? valand? išgyventi vis? galim? džiaugsm? ir sielvart? audr?, kai tikrov?je praeit? met? metai, kol patirtume kai kuriuos iš j?, o stipriausieji mums taip ir neatsiskleist? niekados, nes randasi jie iš l?to ir mes negalime to suvokti.

Kaip dažnai gyvenime b?sim? laim? šitaip pražudo nekantra patirti malonum? tuojau pat!

it was like what used to be called a panopticon but a panopticon of years, a view not of a monument but of a person situated in the modifying perspective of Time.

O trabalho de causalidade, que acaba por produzir quase todos os efeitos possíveis, e por conseguinte também aqueles que havíamos julgado menos viáveis, esse trabalho é às vezes lento, tornando-se ainda um pouco mais lento devido ao nosso desejo - que, procurando acelerá-lo, o entrava - e também devido à nossa própria existência, e só se realiza depois de termos deixado de desejar e, muitas vezes, de viver.

Umutsuzlu?a kap?lmak için, art?k ancak bedbaht olabilecek bu hayata ba?l? olmam?z gerekir.

As on a plant whose flowers open at different seasons, I had seen, expressed in the form of old ladies, on this Balbec shore, those shrivelled seed-pods, those flabby tubers which my friends would one day be. But what matter? For the moment it was their flowering-time

not for a triumph of dramatic artistry but for a manifestation of life;

The unknown element in the lives of other people is like that of nature, which each fresh scientific discovery merely reduces but does not abolish.

The laborious process of causation which sooner or later will bring about every possible effect, including (consequently) those which one had believed to be most nearly impossible, naturally slow at times, is rendered slower still by our impatience (which in seeking to accelerate only obstructs it) and by our very existence, and comes to fruition only when we have ceased to desire it—have ceased, possibly, to live.

Our parallel lives resemble paths bordered at intervals by flower-vases placed symmetrically but not facing each other.

Perhaps we shall lose them, perhaps they will be obliterated, if we return to nothing in the dust. But so long as we are alive, we can no more bring ourselves to a state in which we shall not have known them than we can with regard to any material object, than we can, for example, doubt the luminosity of a lamp that has just been lighted, in view of the changed aspect of everything in the room, from which has vanished even the memory of the darkness.

Acontece que os diversos períodos da nossa vida vêm assim cruzar-se uns com os outros. Por causa de uma coisa que queremos hoje e amanhã nos será indiferente, negamo-nos a ver outra coisa que agora nada nos diz, mas que haveremos de querer mais adiante, e que, se houvéssemos consentido em vê-la, talvez tivéssemos desejado antes, abreviando assim as nossas dores atuais, se bem que na verdade para substituí-las por outras.

Victor Hugo, ?öyle der: Çimenler uzamal?, çocuklar ölmeli mutlaka. Ben diyorum ki, sanat?n ac?mas?z yasas? uyar?nca, insanlar?n, kendimizin, ?st?rab?n her türünü tatt?ktan sonra ölmesi gerekir ki, unutu?un de?il, ebedî hayat?n çimleri, verimli eserlerin gür otlar? uzas?n, gelecek nesiller ne?e içinde, alt?nda uyuyanlara ald?rmadan gelip "k?rda yemek"lerini yiyebilsinler.

and I am saying this because it is not possible to describe human life without bathing it in the sleep into which it plunges, and which, night after night, encircles it like the sea around a promontory

Ce tacere minunata, imi spuse el; un romancier pe care il vei citi mai tarziu pretindea ca inimilor ranite, precum este inima mea, li se potrivesc doar umbra si tacerea. Si iata, copilul meu, vine in viata un ceas, de care tu esti inca foarte departe, cand ochii obositi nu mai suporta decat o lumina, cea pe care o noapte frumoasa ca aceasta o pregateste si o picura odata cu intunericul, un ceas cand urechile nu mai pot asculta alta muzica decat cea cantata de clarul de luna pe flautul tacerii.

the soul as a series of selves juxtaposed in the course of life but distinct from each other which would die in turn or take turn about like those different selves

The true greatness of art is to find, grasp, and bring out that reality which we all live a great distance from; that reality which we run the risk of dying without having known, which is quite simply our own life.

enough to make the Avenue different. The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.

After all, my dear fellow, life, as Anaxagoras has said, is a journey.

The particulars of life do not matter to the artist; they merely provide him with the opportunity to lay bare his genius.