Quotes About Life

Al considerar los acontecimientos presentes de nuestra vida, oscilamos constantemente entre la fe en el azar y la evidencia del determinismo. Sin embargo, cuando se trata del pasado, no tenemos la menor duda: nos parece obvio que todo ha ocurrido del modo en que, efectivamente, tenía que ocurrir

Et en quoi une vie a-t-elle besoin d'être justifiée ? La totalité des animaux, l'écrasante majorité des hommes vivent sans jamais éprouver le moindre besoin de justification.

La felicidad no era un horizonte posible. El mundo nos había traicionado.

Existir, percibir Existir, percibir, Ser una suerte de residuo perceptivo (si se puede decir así) En la sala de embarque de la terminal 2D de Roissy, Esperando el vuelo con destino Alicante Donde mi vida proseguirá Durante algunos años aún En compañía de mi perrito Y de las alegrías (cada vez más breves) Y del aumento regular de las dolencias En esos años que preceden de forma inmediata a la muerte.

Our lives unfold in space, and time is just an inessential left-over.

Pero dentro de ella me sentí bien en el acto; creo que había olvidado lo bueno que era. O a lo mejor es que nunca había sido tan bueno, a lo mejor nunca había sentido tanto placer. A los cuarenta y siete años... La vida es extraña.

desde mi infancia, la idea que cerraba todas las discusiones, que ponía fin a todas las divergencias, la idea en torno a la cual había visto surgir con mayor frecuencia un consenso absoluto, tranquilo, sin complicaciones, podía resumirse más o menos así: «En el fondo, uno nace solo, vive solo y muere solo».

nostalgia has nothing to do with aesthetics, it's not even connected to happy memories. We feel nostalgia for a place simply because we've lived there; whether we lived well or badly scarcely matters.

Já na manhã seguinte (...) entendi que uma parte de minha vida acabava de terminar, e era provavelmente a melhor.

Those who love life do not read. Nor do they go to the movies, actually. No matter what might be said, access to the artistic universe is more or less entirely the preserve of those who are a little fed up with the world.

The absence of the will to live is, alas, not sufficient to make one want to die.

Anything can happen in life, especially nothing.

It's a curious idea to reproduce when you don't even like life.

If life is an illusion it's a pretty painful one.

An entire life spent reading would have fulfilled my every desire; I already knew that at the age of seven. The texture of the world is painful, inadequate; unalterable, or so it seems to me. Really, I believe that an entire life spent reading would have suited me best. Such a life has not been granted me...

The world outside had its own rules, and those rules were not human.

Not having anything around to read is dangerous: you have to content yourself with life itself, and that can lead you to take risks.

Life is painful and disappointing. It is useless, therefore, to write new realistic novels. We generally know where we stand in relation to reality and don't care to know any more.

Irony won't save you from anything; humour doesn't do anything at all. You can look at life ironically for years, maybe decades; there are people who seem to go through most of their lives seeing the funny side, but in the end, life always breaks your heart. Doesn't matter how brave you are, or how reserved, or how much you've developed a sense of humour, you still end up with your heart broken. That's when you stop laughing.

I've lived so little that I tend to imagine I'm not going to die; it seems improbable that human existence can be reduced to so little; one imagines, in spite of oneself, that sooner or later something is bound to happen. A big mistake. A life can just as well be both empty and short. The days slip by indifferently, leaving neither trace nor memory; and then all of a sudden they stop.

Var jeg i stand til at være lykkelig i min ensomhed? Det regnede jeg ikke med. Var jeg i stand til at blive lykkelig i det hele taget? Den slags spørgsmål tror jeg man gør klogest i at undgå at stille sig selv.

Hay cosas que se pueden hacer, y otras que parecen demasiado difíciles. Con el tiempo, todo parece demasiado difícil; la vida se reduce a eso.

It wasn't easy to cram your whole life into thirty kilos of luggage.

Le lien a tenu. Rien ne pouvait le rompre. Mon deuil s'est poursuivi avec l'infinie lenteur du souvenir qui s'enfonce dans la mémoire. Mais j'ai recommencé à tourner les yeux vers l'avenir. J'ai accordé plus d'attention, et plus d'amour aux vivants.