Quotes About Life

no matter how much Theo achieves and acquires and out-dazzles everyone else, she never seems content. She's taught you that people who shine more lavishly that everyone else seem to be penalized by discontent, as if they're being punished for craving a brighter life. I've been knocked down so many times I can't remember the number plates, she said once.

Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home.

And so begin again by doing what I really want to do. Work. Aspiring to an existence with a lot of quiet in it. Turning from people I don't needing my life. Shunning bits busyness. Finding the courage to say no. I need to be good at being alive again.

Mistakes are a fact of life: It is the response to the error that counts.

i hope i die warmed by the life that i tried to live

Ann Romney makes all women proud by the way she has conducted her life as a strong woman of faith, as a mother, as a wife and as a true patriot.

I've got five kids and I'm married, Tommy's got two kids and he's been married, Vince just got married again, Mick's out of a relationship, Tommy's single as well. We've done a lot in our life, we've covered a lot of miles.

Life is like a long ride to nowhere in particular.

I used to think the only way to be truly alive is to confront your mortality.

Life is and will ever remain an equation incapable of solution, but it contains certain known factors.

En la vida, en cualquier lugar, bien entre las duras, pobres, tristes y sucias filas de la clase baja, o entre las uniformemente frías y de monótona pulcritud de la clase elevada, y por lo menos una vez en la vida, el hombre encuentra en su camino una visión que no se parece nada de lo que ha visto hasta entonces, que despierta en él un sentimiento distinto de aquellos que le está predestinado sentir durante toda su existencia.

I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.

We have the marvelous gift of making everything insignificant.

Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.

Everything resembles the truth, everything can happen to a man.

F]or contemporary judgment does not recognize that much depth of soul is needed to light up the picture drawn from contemptible life and elevate it into a pearl of creation...

And could a man sink to such triviality, such meanness, such nastiness? Could he change so much? And is it true to life? Yes, it is all true to life. All this can happen to a man. The ardent youth of today would start back in horror if you could show him his portrait in old age. As you pass from the soft years of youth into harsh, hardening manhood, be sure you take with you on the way all the humane emotions, do not leave them on the road: you will not pick them up again afterwards!

Also, though not over-elderly, he was not over-young.

Why, then, make a show of the poverty of our life and our sad imperfection, unearthing people from the backwoods, from remote corners of the state? But what if this is in the writer's nature, and his own imperfection grieves him so, and the makeup of his talent is such, that he can only portray the poverty of our life, unearthing people from the backwoods, from the remote corners of the state! So here we are again in the backwoods, again we have come out in some corner!

Well, so that's the prosecutor! He lived and lived, and then died! And they will say in the papers that he died to the regret of his staff and all mankind, a respected citizen, a rare father, a model husband, and they will write a lot more stuff and nonsense about him; they will add, maybe, that he was mourned by widows and orphans; but if one were to investigate the matter thoroughly, it will emerge that he had nothing to him except his bushy eyebrows.

But nothing is permanent in this world. Joy in the second moment of its arrival is already less keen than in the first, is still fainter in the third, and finishes by coalescing with our normal mental state, just as the circles which the fall of a pebble forms on the surface of water, gradually die away.

It is dull in this world, gentlemen!

It seemed that both had lately had a touch of that pain under the waistband which comes of a sedentary life.

Everywhere, in whatever realm of life, whether among its callous, coarsely impoverished and messily moldering lower ranks, or among its monotonously gelid and tediously tidy upper strata, everywhere, if but once, a person will encounter a phenomenon on his journey that is unlike anything he has chanced to see heretofore and that, at least once will awake in him a feeling unlike any he is fated to feel for the rest of his life.