Quotes About Life

Il libro è una delle possibilità di felicità che abbiamo noi uomini.

Esa vida es nueva para él, y a veces atroz, pero ya está en su sangre, porque lo mismo que los hombres de otras naciones veneran y presienten el mar, así nosotros (también el hombre que entreteje estos símbolos) ansiamos la llanura inagotable que resuena bajo los cascos.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.

Para un verdadero poeta, cada momento de la vida, cada hecho, debería ser poético, ya que profundamente lo es.

Creo que mis jornadas y mis noches se igualan en pobreza y en riqueza a las de Dios y a las de todos los hombres. ('Mi vida entera', Luna de en frente - 1925)

Vibrante en las espadas y en la pasión y dormidas en la hiedra, solo la vida existe. El espacio y el tiempo son formas suyas, son instrumentos mágicos del alma, y cuando ésta se apague, se apagarán con ella el espacio, el tiempo y la muerte, como al cesar la luz caduca el simulacro de los espejos. ('La recoleta', Luna de enfrente - 1925)

Nu exist? om care s? nu tânjeasc? dup? împlinire, altfel spus, dup? cunoaÈ™terea experienÈ›elor pe care un om e în stare s? le tr?iasc?; nu exist? om care s? nu se team? c? s-ar putea s? i se r?peasc? o parte din acest patrimoniu f?r? sfârÈ™it.

Am cugetat c? nici chiar în limbajele umane nu exist? propoziÈ›ie care s? nu implice universul întreg; a spune tigrul înseamn? a spune tigrii care l-au z?mislit, cerbii È™i È›estoasele pe care el le-a devorat, p??unea din care s-au hr?nit cerbii, p?mântul care a fost maic? a p??unii, cerul care a dat lumin? p?mântului.

Siamo fatti per l'arte, siamo fatti per la memoria, per la poesia o forse per l'oblio. Ma qualcosa resta e questo qualcosa è la storia o la poesia, che non sono essenzialmente diverse.

Desde o crepúsculo do dia até ao dia da noite, toda uma vida inteira.

He realized that one destiny is no better than the next and that every man must accept the destiny he bears inside himself.

In its world, there are no names, nor past, nor future, only the sureness of the present moment.

Cumplidos los cien años, el individuo puede prescindir del amor y de la amistad. Los males y la muerte involuntaria no lo amenazan. Ejerce alguna de las artes, la filosofía, las matemáticas o juega a un ajedrez solitario. Cuando quiere se mata. Dueño el hombre de su vida, lo es también de su muerte.

todas las cosas le suceden a uno precisamente, precisamente ahora. Siglos de siglos y sólo en el presente ocurren los hechos;

Time is the substance of which I am

Yes, Latinos dream more. When you live in poverty, when your president is imposed upon you, when they kill someone and no one gets indicted, and when only a few get rich, of course you dream more. It's no coincidence that magic realism happens in Latin America, because for us dreams and aspirations are part of life.

They walk the road of life, the road fenced in by their tastes, prejudices, disdains or enthusiasms, generally honest, invariably stupid, and are proud of never losing their way.

Happiness is essentially a gift; we are not the forgers of our own felicity.

Perhaps when all the consequences of a false presupposition suddenly becomes a direct threat mean in their great terror will become aware that it is no longer possible to call back to true and effective life a truth they have allowed to become remote --- just for the sake of their bare survival.

To be fettered to work means to be bound to this vast utilitarian process in which our needs are satisfied, and, what is more, tied to such an extent that the life of the working man is wholly consumed in it.

There is an entry in Baudelaire's Journal Intime that is fearful in the precision of its cynicism: "One must work, if not from taste then at least from despair. For, to reduce everything to a single truth: work is less boring than pleasure.

Me moría por terminar el bachillerato y empezar la universidad. Luego, moría por terminar la universidad y empezar a trabajar. Después, me moría por casarme y tener hijos. Más adelante, me moría por que mis hijos crecieran lo suficiente como para ir a la escuela, a fin de que yo pudiera volver a mi trabajo. Luego me moría por retirarme. Y ahora que estoy muriéndome, me doy cuenta, de pronto, ¡que me olvidé de vivir! [Autor anónimo]

In one important sense, Marxism is a religion. To the believer it presents, first, a system of ultimate ends that embody the meaning of life and are absolute standards by which to judge events and actions; and, secondly, a guide to those ends which implies a plan of salvation and the indication of the evil from which mankind, or a chosen section of mankind, is to be saved.

The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship. To raise this to the highest pitch of enjoyment, is a secret which but few discover