Quotes About Life

It may be, that the hour when any event, however startling, however painful, could move her from this cold serenity, had for ever passed away. It may be, that having outlived all the happiness of her life, she had almost outlived the faculty of feeling or of suffering, and must henceforth exist only for the world — a distinguished actress in the great comedy of fashionable life.

And now the senna and camomile were to flavour all her life. She was no longer to enjoy that mystical double existence, those delicious glimpses of dreamland, which made up for all the dulness of the common world that surrounded her.

Who has not been, or is not to be mad in some lonely hour of life? Who is quite safe from the trembling of the balance?

We are apt to be angry with this cruel hardness in our life—this unflinching regularity in the smaller wheels and meaner mechanism of the human machine, which knows no stoppage or cessation, though the mainspring be forever hollow, and the hands pointing to purposeless figures on a shattered dial.

Everything was insanely alive, now you see it, now you don't. I thought, it's the light, it's the water, it's changing every second, it's always doing this whether I'm here to witness it or not.

soul sucking vampire, a bottomless well of need. An incubus, draining my life from me. He was not my shadow; he was the entire darkness crushing me.

Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Being alive is the special occasion.

Life is just a chair of bowlies

A happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendship, all the enjoyments of sense and reason, and indeed, all the sweets of life.

Time flies whether you are having fun or not.

leaves still cling to the trees, but the sun is telling them to drop dead.

Critical play means to create or occupy play environments and activities that represent one or more questions about aspects of human life . . . . Criticality in play can be fostered in order to question an aspect of a game's 'content,' or an aspect of a play scenario's function that might otherwise be considered a given or necessary.

When one is young and on the threshold of life's long deception, rashness is all. —Françoise Sagan1

Simply to live does not justify existence, for life is a mere gesture on the surface of the earth, and death a return to that from which we had never been wholly separated; but oh to leave a trace, no matter how faint, of that brief gesture! For someone, some day, may find it beautiful! —Frank O'Hara1

the artist through his or her work revealed pure spirit so that men mired in the bitter reality of daily life might find the strength to continue.30

My ambition was to live like music.

I realize how depraved it was to instill false guilt in an innocent child's conscience, causing a distorted image of life, God, & self, leaving little if any feeling of personal worth.

Let her know that life is one long march through closing doors, that she should be sure to choose hers wisely.

I put in no claims either for happiness, for gratification, or even for the common comforts of life: yet, surely, I had a right to exist!

It had always been like this, even when she was a child. And now, fifty-five years old, happily married for thirty-two years, with one child, beautiful and gifted nineteen-year-old Susan, Rosemary could not be anything but a constant worrier, a living Cassandra. Something is going to go wrong.

Ik benijd Benedetta di Chimici haar plekje onder de grond, waar ze niet langer voor het leven van haar kinderen hoeft te vrezen. - Graziella Nucci

Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white.

is a series of minutes, gathered into hours, twisted into days, braided into months, and coiled into years. Never

So many dead, Grace thought in melancholy wonder, and realised, for perhaps the first time, that there were more dead people in the world than live ones.