Quotes About Life

Life goes on, even when you think it can't. Even when you don't especially want it to.

This was the cream of marriage, this nightly turning out of the day's pocketful of memories, this deft habitual sharing of two pairs of eyes, two pairs of ears. It gave you, in a sense, almost a double life: though never, on the other hand, quite a single one.

Not that she didn't enjoy the holidays: but she always felt—and it was, perhaps, the measure of her peculiar happiness—a little relieved when they were over. Her normal life pleased her so well that she was half afraid to step out of its frame in case one day she should find herself unable to get back.

Clem Miniver: She was a good cook, as good cooks go. And as good cooks go, she went.

Mrs. Miniver put the last sheet back on top of the others and clipped them all together again. No, she could not possibly throw them away: they contained too much of her life. Besides, however clear one's memories seemed to be, it did one no harm to polish them up from time to time. One is what one remembers: no more, no less.

What elevates one and not another to the level of genius is not only talent and ambition and luck, but a gift for turning everything to the purpose. ... Perhaps that is a common element in the story of genius: beyond talent and ambition and luck, in some degree you have to be forcibly booted out of everyday life and everyday goals. In any case, it was like that with Brahms. The fulfillment of love was denied him so that other things might take wing.

One of the innate dilemmas of biography is that life is not much like a book. It rarely contains a clearly stated thesis, coherently developed. Life sprawls, stumbles, advances, retreats, gropes for the light switch, and once in a while makes intuitive leaps whose import is barely understood until later, if ever, by the leaper. Life seems to me an improvisation .

De eeuwigheid is het ogenblik waarvan je zegt, dat zal ik nooit vergeten.

Voordat ze in mijn boekenkasten verdwijnen leef ik tussen stapels boeken als tussen bloeiende struiken.

Waarschijnlijk omdat de dood de enige ziekte is waar we niet mee besmet hoeven te worden, waarvan we de bacil al vanaf de geboorte bij ons dragen.

Als iemand haar uit de narigheid haalt sterft ze.

Het is een mooie kringloop, je moet er alleen niet een zin in willen ontdekken. Dat is misschien de enige les die er te leren valt. Gewoon als een blad naar de aarde kunnen tuimelen zonder dat je vindt dat je moet denken dat je vleugeltjes krijgt en weer omhoogvliegt het heelal in. De perzik van onsterfelijkheid is een aardig verzinsel, maar die vrucht heeft beslist geen pit. Het is maar een ezelsbruggetje naar de dood.

Niet bang zijn voor de natuur. Dat is ook maar een natuurverschijnsel.

Leven moet geleefd worden. Je moet er ernst van maken anders ben je een plas die verdampt.

I'd always gone out of my way to streamline my life—removing all potential complication. I suddenly realized that mostly meant not having people around. Clearly, people were the biggest complication life threw at you.

Young love ends for hundreds of different reasons," Gertie said and sighed. Ida Belle nodded. "But usually, life strangles it to death.

I mean, not when he was actually dead but from before, you know, when he wasn't dead?" "I get it.

nothing is forever and you better get the good stuff in before you run out of time.

She cried for herself—the life she'd never bothered to live and had almost lost—and the realization that she still had an opportunity to change it all before it was too late.

It said a lot about the choices you made in life when jogging actually lowered your heart rate. By

Forrest Gump had gotten it all wrong. Life wasn't a box of chocolates. It was a box of ex-lax, and I felt like I'd consumed the entire thing.

The ride to the funeral home went quicker than I expected, especially given the lack of conversation during the ride. I knew why I was silent. I had more to think about than any twenty people usually did in an entire lifetime.

She had no idea how long these moments of pure unadulterated glee would last, but she was going to enjoy the hell out of it as long as she could.

If you live to a certain age, you'll always have regrets. Most of them will be selfish.