Quotes About Life

The soul's garden is watered by love's rivers.

The universe is your canvass; love is your paintbrush.

They don't think it be like it is, but it do.

Days and months are travellers of eternity. So are the years that pass by. Those who steer a boat across the sea, or drive a horse over the earth till they succumb to the weight of years, spend every minute of their lives travelling. There are a great number of ancients, too, who died on the road. I myself have been tempted for a long time by the cloud-moving wind - filled with a strong desire to wander.

Year after year On the monkey's face: A monkey's face.

In this world of ours, We eat only to cast out, Sleep only to wake, And what comes after all that Is simply to die at last.

Come, see real flowers of this painful world.

Ah, it is spring, Great spring it is now, Great, great spring - Ah, Great -

The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. —Bash?: Oku-no-hosomichi

Everyone in this house has gray hair, walks with a cane, visits the graveyard

Old yam digger     please explain            this mountain's sorrows

Come, let's go Snow-viewing Till we're buried.

In the cicada's cry There's no sign that can foretell How soon it must die.

Dying cricket - how full of life, his song.

??? ???? ??? The summer grasses— For many brave warriors The aftermath of dreams. - Donald Keene, Travelers of a Hundred Ages, New York, 1999, p. 316 (Translation: Donald Keene)

Still alive I am At the end of a long dream On my journey, Fall of an autumn day.

Cherries are in bloom here comes a guy selling yam seeds

First rain of winter today's a day people get older

When you plant it handle the wild cherry tree like a baby

55. Yellow rose petals/thunder-/a waterfall 65. Butterfly-/Winds curve into white poppy. 67. First winter rain-/I plod on,/traveler my name. 75. Wake butterfly-/it's late, we've miles/to go together. 93. Peony-/the bee can't bear to part. 94. Has it returned,/the snow/we viewed together? 95. No moon, no flowers, no friend-/and he drinks sake, 96. Unknown spring-/plum blossom/behind the mirror. 136. Wintry day,/on my horse/a frozen shadow.

246. From the heart of the sweet peony,/A drunken bee. 251. Tomb. bend/to autumn wind-/ my sobbing.

Sparrows in eaves, mice in ceiling - celestial music.

Death and rebirth. That is the life cycle of our species.

Struggle until you can't struggle anymore. Just now you decided to live your life... Don't run away.