Quotes About Life

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

'Tis ill talking of halters in the house of a man that was hanged.

Short sentences drawn from long experience.

There is a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us out flat some time or other.

Man dies of cold, not of darkness.

Consciousness is a disease.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age he dies of being a man.

We need God, not in order to understand the why, but in order to feel and sustain the ultimate wherefore, to give a meaning to the universe.

Yo no vivía, y ahora vivo; pero ahora que vivo es cuando siento lo que es morir

Man is perishing. That may be, and if it is nothingness that awaits us let us so act that it will be an unjust fate.

The vanity of the passing world and love are the two fundamental and heart-penetrating notes of true poetry. And they are two notes of which neither can be sounded without causing the other to vibrate. The feeling of the vanity of the passing world kindles love in us, the only thing that triumphs over the vain and transitory, the only thing that fills life again and eternalizes it.

Hay que vivir! Y él me enseñó a vivir, él nos enseñó a vivir, a sentir la vida, a sentir el sentido de la vida, a sumergirnos en el alma de la montaña, en el alma del lago, en el alma del pueblo de la aldea, a perdernos en ellas para quedar en ellas.

La verdad? La verdad [...] es acaso algo terrible, algo intolerable, algo mortal; la gente sencilla no podría vivir con ella.

La vida es una nebulosa.

Eso de amor -decíase Ramiro ahora- sabe a libro; sólo en el teatro y en las novelas se oye el yo te amo; en la vida de la carne y sangre y hueso el entrañable ¡te quiero! y el más entrañable aún callárselo.

Because Augustus was not a hiker, but a walker of life

Quase todos os homens vivem inconscientemente no tédio. O tédio é o fundo da vida, foi o tédio que inventou os jogos, as distracções, os romances e o amor.

Porque sua mulher vivia com o coração na mão e estendia este como oferta para o ar do mundo, entregue por completo ao momento presente, como vivem as rosas do campo e as rolas dos céus.

Que sueño...? Dejadme soñar; si ese sueño es mi vida, no me despertéis de él. Creo

I cannot imagine how anyone can go through life without carrying the memories of his childhood on the surface of his soul.

Memory is the basis of individual personality, just as tradition is the basis of the collective personality of a people. We live in memory and by memory, and our spiritual life is at bottom simply the effort of our memory to persist, to transform itself into hope, the effort of our past to transform itself into our future.

El que crea se crea y el que se crea se muere.

Toda ley es una ley de ritmo, y el ritmo es el amor.

Obermann: «Para el Universo, nada; para mí, todo»;