Quotes About Life

Sve što nam se dešava, nije stvarnost, ve? naš san o stvarnosti. Kakva je onda ta stvarnost, i da li postoji? Ili je sam san stvarnost? Ko nas to drži u snu, i ko nas budi? Je li smrt bu?enje? Je li život u smrti?

Zivot je siri od svakog propisa. Moral je zamisao, a zivot je ono sto biva.

Druge koristi nema, ni štete, ni od poraza ni od pobjede. Jer, ko je ikada ostao pametan poslije pobjede? A ko je izvukao iskustvo iz poraza? Niko. Ljudi su zla djeca, zla po ?inu, djeca po pameti. I nikad ne?e biti druga?iji.

Vise je stete naneseno zivotu zbog sprecavanja grijeha, nego zbog grijeha.

Ne meni, ne više, ništa mi se ne bi moglo desiti ma šta da se desi, siguran sam u to. Jedan dio mog života se završio, a drugi još nije po?eo.

U?imo se ponovo da živimo. Nespretno u po?etku, ali željno i gladno

Da nisam našao tebe, bio bih ljut na život, pa ne bih imao ništa, kao ni sada, ali ne bih znao šta je sre?a. Zbog tebe se ne osje?am poražen, niti mislim na osvetu. (...) Ne bi ti bilo lakše, ali bi meni bilo teže, i to je pravo. Nikad te više ne?u ostaviti samu, sve što se desi, desi?e nam se zajedno.

I strained to hear a voice from that stone, or grave, as if beneath it were hidden the secret of life and death. I sat on the cliff's edge, above the endless forests and crags and listened to the snakelike hissing of the mountain wind, in a twofold wasteland of loneliness and nonexistence, like the ancient corpse under the slab.

Ovo je drugi svijet, dalek i nerazumljiv. U?inili su, i gotovo! U?inili su, i šta treba o tome pri?ati? Mi prosti ljudi volimo da sladimo i preživamo ono što doživamo. Oni djeluju i zaboravljaju.

Baby you're the only thing in this whole world That's pure and good and right And wherever you are and wherever you go There's always gonna be some light

Nothing really rocks and nothing really rolls and nothing's ever worth the cost.

Young people think love is mathematics. They think if you add it up and add it up and keep adding, you can save it until you're ready to cash it in. But it doesn't work that way. You might be making the deposits, but your whole life cashes the checks. Work, children, bills—it all takes its cut. Then you go back to love, thinking it'll be there, and sometimes it's not.

Like most adolescents, she was reluctant to admit the tender truths of her life, constantly concerned that her secrets were somehow both more salacious and more pitiful than those of her peers.

While he told his stories, Malaya tried to turn herself on for him, to spark herself to life as she had for RayShawn. Prettiness was the price of attention, and for fat girls, prettiness alone was not enough—one had to shine with a confidence so complete it looked like desire.

She wondered how much of life would feel this way—shock without the grace of surprise.

Although the protesters in Egypt and neighboring countries are calling for democratic reforms, in reality they are calling for better economic life. Democracy is only a means to an end. I believe the driving forces behind the Tunisian and Egyptian uprisings are economical. A chronic high unemployment combined with an inflation in food prices is a volatile mix that can lead to major civic outbursts.

She said that the issues were no longer so important to her and it was life itself that counted most of all.

Human life must be protected. Yet the abortion question has been turned into a political and a religious war.

Decadent cooks go one step further and make sculptures of the food itself. If life is to be spent in pursuit of the extravagant, the extreme, the grotesque, the bizarre, then one's diet should reflect the fact. Life, meals, everything must be as artificial as possible - in fact works of art. So why not begin by eating a few statues?

In the poem, there is always that present moment which is terribly important through which memory works.

In order to enter that zone we must finally let go of the embodied distances that place grants. But what does this do to what we commonly think of as the past? I think of cyberspace, which is no place at all, as akin to the dark imaginary out of which poems come, their rhythms, their discrete music punctuating the inner life.

The streets are full, A horde of entitlement Scuttling out of alleys and Slithering out in tailored suits. The skyline, A glimmering canvas, Promising boundless joys Within the ambit of its crown. A life spent, Reaching and straining Towards conquests. A life spent, Blind to one's own.

Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear; The brave may not live forever but the cautious do not live at all.

Lilly says I have an overactive imagination and a pathological need to invent drama in my life.