Quotes About Life

On this view, our capacity to mourn—or, more properly, our capacity to not be intimidated by the inevitable prospect of mourning—is what makes satisfaction and enjoyment possible; our happiness cannot be divorced from our understanding of mourning as a process that, paradoxically enough, facilitates, rather than impedes, life.

Another way of stating the matter is to propose that we only approach happiness to the extent that we manage to relinquish our need to control the trajectory of our existence—that we resist the attraction of definitive conclusions regarding how our lives are supposed to evolve.

I was always anti-marriage. I didn't understand monogamy. I couldn't figure out how that could last. And then I met Bryn and I started to understand the beauty of constancy and history and change and going on the roller coaster with someone - of having a partner in life.

An opera begins long before the curtain goes up and ends long after it has come down. It starts in my imagination, it becomes my life, and it stays part of my life long after I've left the opera house.

Had MacIntyre sensed the approach of his own death? Were Porter's dreams a foretelling of the accident? Porter has an open mind on these questions. "I think the starting point for any sort of weirdness is life itself," he says. "If we're here, then it seems to me that anything is possible.

And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far into the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. RAINER MARIA RILKE , Letters to a Young Poet

I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't.

Life and death aren't as different from each other as I thought they were. This isn't like walking into a new country. This is like walking into a new room in the same house. This is like sharing a hallway and the same row of framed family pictures, but there's a glass wall between.

Listen,' someone whispers into my ear. 'Listen to me.' Am I dead? 'Listen,' the voice whispers. 'In some countries, you kill a monster when it's born. Other places, you kill it only when it kills someone else. Other places, you let it go, out into the forest or the sea, and it lives there forever, calling for others of its kind. Listen to me, it cries. Maybe it's just alone.

The main problem of living in the city that never sleeps that neither did I.

Every life starts with the same beginning and ends with the same end. The rest is the story, even if you don't understand it, even if you aren't sure which parts are true and which parts are your brain trying to make sense out of smoke.

We know this much is true, and it's true for all souls: each of us will one day find the feast finished and, fattened or famished, step slowly backward into their own dark hall for that final night of sleep.

Maybe every monster is a miracle meant to change the world.

We're all going to die, but most of us won't go out in glory. Here's what matters, though, for men: not living, but living on in legend.

Any season / is a season for blood, if you look at it in the right light.

Sa nu pierzi vremea cat esti in viata, sa-i saruti pe oamenii pe care trebuie sa-i saruti si sa-i iubesti pe oamenii pe care trebuie sa-i iubesti.

I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't. Looking at it doesn't suck the way you might think it would, given all the dying-girl-stares-at-heaven possibilities. I don't think of the sky as any kind of heaven item. I think of it as a bunch of gases and faraway echoes of things that used to be on fire

Forever isn't always something one would choose, given all the information.

Adults want to talk about death way less than people my age do. Death is the Santa Claus of the adult world. Except Santa Claus in reverse. The guy who takes all the presents away. Big bag over the shoulder, climbing up the chimney carrying everything in a person's life, and taking off, eight-reindeered, from the roof.

Stiu ca oamenii mor. Stiu ca atunci cand oamenii mor, cei care raman in urma lor intotdeauna se gandesc ca s-a intamplat ceva nebunesc, fiindca moartea prin natura ei, pare o nebunie . Asta se datoreaza in parte modului in cae omaniii au privit mereu moartea, de parca e ceva oarecum special, de parca fiecare persoana care moare e un erou . Vream sa murim spectaculos, nu doar sa '' pierim '' .

I'm not depressed. I'm fucked up. I have been since I can remember. There's not a version of my life that isn't fucked up.

My new life goes beyond my dreams because my dream was Formula One and I achieved it. I'm a driver, I feel like a driver. I have won this race because I am alive.

My dear, you will be woefully disappointed if in my story you expect any thing like a novel. I once heard a general say, that nothing was less like a review than a battle; and I can tell you that nothing is more unlike a novel than real life. Of all lives, mine has been the least romantic.

No one understood the simple truth: Klas had realized that what is most beautiful must be also most fragile. Now this is scary and hard to bear when you are little and don't know anything about the nature of glass. For it is very upsetting that the most beautiful things in life shatter so easily.