Quotes About Life

He was a degenerate gambler. That is, a man who gambled simply to gamble and must lose. As a hero who goes to war must die. Show me a gambler and I'll show you a loser, show me a hero and I'll show you a corpse.

He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful." ... Yes, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important.

In my case, literature is a kind of revenge. It's something that gives me what real life can't give me - all the adventures, all the suffering. All the experiences I can only live in the imagination, literature completes.

The writer's job is to write with rigor, with commitment, to defend what they believe with all the talent they have. I think that's part of the moral obligation of a writer, which cannot be only purely artistic. I think a writer has some kind of responsibility at least to participate in the civic debate. I think literature is impoverished, if it becomes cut from the main agenda of people, of society, of life.

That is one thing I am sure of amid my many uncertainties regarding the literary vocation: deep inside, a writer feels that writing is the best thing that ever happened to him, or could ever happen to him, because as far as he is concerned, writing is the best possible way of life, never mind the social, political, or financial rewards of what he might achieve through it.

It's a paradox to be an actress, living in the city, taking planes all the time, trying to find the right balance in this life, which is not so eco-friendly, and still try to respect the environment.

Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night.

But if you don't watch me, I will try and sneak in some humor. I see humor everywhere in life around me.

we find that a creative approach to life, be it in the arts, sciences, or any other life context, can evolve only when there is sufficient esteem for the self.3

The Goddess is the unspeakable wisdom that grows into the very cells of the body. She lives with this sacramental truth at her center: the beauty and the horror of the whole of life are blazing in Her love. She is dancing in the flames.

If you seek to avoid your fate or to delay suffering, it only condemns you to suffer it redoubled in another life.

But every time, what brought me to my senses was my conviction that before a person dropped a new life into this world, she should probably get a real one herself.

My life - my real life - started when a man walked into it, a handsome stranger in a perfectly cut suit, and, yes I know how that sounds.

She's the main character in her story, just like I'm the main character in mine.

A real life doesn't mean getting what you want; the achievement, the priviledge, too, is knowing what you love. But getting what you love? Having what you love love you back? Oh, my friend, its a miracle: your one tiny life's head-on collision with divinity.

I laughed simply because being this particular person in this particular world at this particular moment was cause for joy...

I know a lot of people do jobs their whole lives that they don't find fascinating. Wonder is a luxury. But I wanted it.

It was what Joseph had missed most during the war, all the small, scattered pieces of the precious and luminous ordinary, evidence that life insists on continuing.

When it happens— the great sea change, the alteration of one's life into something rich and strange— when it singles one out, one is always lucky, lucky automatically. I'm talking about transformation, and the transformation I'm talking about is always a gift. A blessing.

Lucía la miró y cayó en la cuenta de que ella jamás tendría una vida doméstica normal, porque sus pensamientos estaban demasiado contaminados por el pasado.

Lo que me pase a mí no me importa. ¿O usted cree que después de la vida que llevé me va a asustar estar en una cárcel, con otras infelices como yo?" Juana fue condenada a nueve años de prisión.

and feels, for the first time in her life, but not the last, the exquisite pain of love. In

This was what death would be, too, she imagined: a moment that would happen once and then recur each time it was encountered in memory,

Mortal fear is as crucial a thing to our lives as love. It cuts to the core of our being and shows us what we are. Will you step back and cover your eyes? Or will you have the strength to walk to the precipice and look out?