Quotes About Life

And that's how things are. A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there. . . . And at the end of your life, your whole existence has the same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day.

The purpose of life is to stay alive. Watch any animal in nature--all it tries to do is stay alive. It doesn't care about beliefs or philosophy. Whenever any animal's behavior puts it out of touch with the realities of its existence, it becomes exinct.

Her father used to say The death of a horse is the life of a crow, and Ada had never really taken in the meaning of the phrase. But she knew it in her bones now.

Pleasure and shame. Shame and pleasure. These were the world's currencies. And it paid out both in equal measure.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

There is a beauty in the world, though it's harsher than we expect it to be.

There is just this for consolation: an hour here or there, when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined , though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so.

What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was death. I chose life.

Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.

I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we might have had. I wanted to write about all the ways we might have died.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.

What a thrill, what a shock, to be alive on a morning in June, prosperous, almost scandalously privileged, with a simple errand to run.

She could have had a life as potent and dangerous as literature itself.

They live in unbridled pleasure; they offend Him, without thinking that each year they are closer to death.

long for the day when I can go to Carmel to concern myself only with Him, to abase myself in Him and so to live His life alone: to love and suffer to save souls. Yes, I thirst for souls because I know that it is what my Jesus craves more than anything else. Oh, how I love Him!

To live always joyfully. God is infinite joy" (May 14, 1919). "When one loves, everything is joy. The cross doesn't weigh down. Martyrdom isn't felt. One lives more in heaven than on earth. The life of Carmel is to love. This is our vocation" (May, 1919).

Now it is time to turn to an older wisdom that, while respecting material comfort and security as a basic right of all, also recognises that many of the most valuable things in life cannot be measured.

Love bursts forth from the springs of the heart as raw material. It takes many shapes. It asks us to go forth and die, over and over again. It always asks this terrible price. It wants our life—all of it. Then gives it back again.

As a simple fact. Many people think they can postpone repentance till the end. This is an illusion. Most men die as they have lived. If death is sudden, there is no time for it. If it comes gradually, there is usually little energy for the revision of an entire way of being.

I have always been beguiled by birds. As if there was much they would tell me if they could, but they are only permitted to bear witness with their lives, their song.

We labor to preserve the life of the body, but ultimately life and death are out of our hands. If the patient lives awhile longer, a certain kind of good will result. If God ordains that this is the time to die, another kind of good will result.

That's life, Ash", the boy called into his ear. "There ain't no why, and there ain't no answers.

Father Sergius nodded. "Yes, but not as a pious form of life that one puts on like an overcoat. Rather, he lives this mystery without thinking about it. It is not something he does; it is something he is.

Joy and sorrow—and especially the areas of your life where there is weakness?