Quotes About Life

Forgetfulness profits you, Follow your heart as long as you live!

Age iswisdom, if one has lived one's life properly.

Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?

Things shouldn't hinge on so very little. Sneeze and you're highway carnage. Remove one tiny stone and you're an avalanche statistic. But I guess if you can die without ever understanding how it happened then you can also live without a complete understanding of how. And in a way that's kind of relaxing.

Life being what it is, one dreams not of revenge. One just dreams.

Fünf Minuten im Garten Eden sind besser als ein ganzes Leben in der Hölle.

Since the start of collectivization, the necessities of life had almost completely disappeared from the shelves of the village store.

i s njom nije bilo dosadno pijuckati burgundac, razgovarati o tome kako su ljudi glupi, slabi uglavnom, nesretni, slušati jesenji vjetar kako pla?e oko ku?e, plamen kako liže u pe?i, a Jadviga pri?a o ljubavi i o tome kako je ljubav najve?a laž me?u lažima. Jedan jedini put ljubila je u životu, a i to je bilo glupo.

Svi smo mi nesretni i treba da se toleriramo! Svi smo mi promašeni i svi smo promašili. Samljeveni smo kao izme?u dva žrvnja... Pa zašto da sa krvavim prstima stupimo u tminu? Skomraka ?e isto tako jesti crvi kao i mene i tebe! Pa bi bilo glavno da poživimo tu gdje jesmo, kako najbolje znamo...

U civilu ?ak i nerv?ik koga svaka, i najmanja sitnica životna guši u grkljanu i cakle mu se o?i od neke neizrecive tuge.

Život je blatna cesta.

Živi i osje?a, kako je dobro biti živ.

Whatever the answer, one senses one thing clearly: the man from whose mind this chaotic vision emanated did not purchase his "outlook on life" in a dime store, but came into this chapel like a meteor and left behind him the smell of cosmic sulphur...And century after century men come here bleating like goats, staring wide eyed at these testimonies of human passion and intelligence...

Umjetnost je lijepa, ali život je ozbiljan.

La Beauté c'est la Mort.

Life went on. No matter what happened, life went on, inexorably, callously, it might seem, to those in grief. But somehow, in this continuity, there were the seeds of comfort.

How many people had stood here, as she did now, puzzled, unhappy, numb with pain and perplexity? And how many had found comfort in the knowledge of the continuity of life, of being but one link in a long chain of human experience, in this old, old setting?

How seldom one can indulge in the inflation of any sort of emotion without life's little pin-pricks bursting the balloon.

That's the third death this year,' mused Mr Willet, his eyes on the rooks wheeling against the sky. . . . 'Like a stab wound, every time,' he said. 'Leaves a hole, and a little of your life-blood drains away.

Oh lovely, lovely life that can toss us from horror to hilarity, without giving us time to take breath! No mater how dark it may be, yet, unfailingly, "Cheerfulness breaks in.

Life could never be quite as sweet again. A vital part of her had died, it seemed, with Arnold's going; a part which beauty, work or the love of friends could not replace. But from these sources came a measure of comfort for which she was humbly grateful. She learnt, at this time, the invaluable lesson of find happiness in little things, and by picking up small crumbs of comfort as she went about her daily work nursed her damaged spirit back to health.

She could only pass on to them the philosophy which sustained her throughout her life. She could teach them to face whatever came with calmness and courage, to love their families and their friends with unswerving loyalty, and to relish the lovely face of the countryside in which they lived. It might seem a humdrum, day-to-day set of values, but Dolly Clare knew from long experience that they could carry a man bravely through a lifetime's vicissitudes.

Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.