Quotes About Life

Hay vinos que son como algunos seres.

El vino es una metáfora de la vida… o viceversa.

La dire, c'est souvent ne pas la vivre. La dire abondamment, c'est souvent la vivre petitement.

Not having children derives not from dislike, but from love too great to bring them into this world, too limited, too vain, too cruel.

Je ne suis ni optimiste, ni pessimiste. Je suis un tragique qui voit le réel tel qu'il est.

What can a philosopher show for himself? His life. If someone writes a book, but it is not accompanied by a philosophical life, it is not worth our time. Wisdom is measured in details: it is found in what one says and doesn't say, what one does and doesn't do, what one thinks and doesn't think.

Who am I, beyond the joy coming from this shudder of awakening, the growth of this green ivy, this dancing flame, this living fire?

Cine doarme este un alienat care se crede mort.

Se non la capisci tu che fai la filosofa, stiamo messi bene. E di che colore è la filosofia?» «È nera, come la notte di Schelling, una notte senza fine in cui tutte le vacche sono nere. Perché ci sono delle cose che la ragione non può nemmeno sfiorare. Perché nella vita ci sono dei dolori che non possono essere spiegati. .»

Bantu Philosophy: People cling to life and are not yet at the stage where they wil fight for the quality of that life. They feel as long as they are surviving, that is enough.

I live and love in God's peculiar light.

I am a poor man and of little worth, who is laboring in that art that God has given me in order to extend my life as long as possible.

If we have been pleased with life ,we should not be displeased with death since it comes from the hand of the same master.

I always want to tell stories. But they must be stories that evolve, like our own lives. Perhaps what I seek is a new kind of story.

No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.

Se duc genii si durere, mor cuvinte si placere, generatii sub tacere, fum in vant, sub soare umbra.

si zi de zi, mahnindu-l viitorul, la gandul mortii tresarind exulta si intre teama si nadejde tine pe cai imaginare sa-si ia zborul.

Ce viclesug, ce forta si ce geniu, stapan ingrat, m-ar duce iar la tine, chip milostiv ce-n inima porti moarte?

I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.

You conquer every hardness with your eyes, as you do likewise every light; so if it can happen that one can die of joy, now would be the time.

Patrick: Is fear rith maith n? drochseasamh. Jessica:And that means what? Patrick: A good run is better than a bad stand. Jessica: Oh. And that means what? Patrick: It means, Jessica, that life is about choices. Sometimes you fight, sometimes you flee, but you never surrender.

What is life," he asked the maiden, "without love? I would rather have this one night with you than another thousand years.

I had always turned to books, to knowledge, to help me get through everything in my life—and, sometimes, to escape it. But grief was a journey through a forest of razor blades. I walked through every painful inch of it—no shortcuts and no anesthesia.

So it's true, then, being in love is like hitting the sweepstakes. It doesn't happen to everyone, and there's no way of saying who's going to win, but it changes your life when it does.