Quotes About Life

Dead or alive, interesting people are interesting people.

This isn't a tragedy. It's just non-fiction.

But when I looked into my aunt's eyes, I saw oceans and deserts. I saw a world not yet created, and worlds that had died long before I was born.

My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one day have the potential to be comic stories the next.

What are you going to do? Everything, is my guess. It will be a little messy, but embrace the mess. It will be complicated, but rejoice in the complications.

I don't think any day is worth living without thinking about what you're going to eat next at all times.

Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void. - You've Got Mail

My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one day have to potential to be the comic stories the next.

But really, if you ask me, there is only one kid of plot. One. Stuff happens. That's it.

Know how to live with the time that is given you.

But now remember, my dear. Don't try so hard. You'll see. In life you move toward the things you like and away from what you don't," Gretchen said. "It's that easy?" I asked her. Her arm was so skinny and fragile, but I could feel her weight like determination. "Yes, it's that easy," she said. Then she laughed. "The hard part is to just keep moving.

Because in the end it was just about people: mothers, fathers, friends, foes, sisters, brothers, children born and not yet born, sons, and daughters; people from all over the United States and then all over the globe, whose lives would never be the same. Because the world changed that day, slowly and then all at once.

Broken hearts healed. Maybe the cracks were always there, like thin scars, but they healed. People lived and worked, laughed and ate, walked and talked with those cracks For many, even the scars healed and they loved again.

Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.

Fate is a girl with scissors

Better, I thought, never to have been born than this; brought out of nothingness, to labour and strive and back into nothingness again; a bit of fungus on the surface of a splinter of a dying star.

Spring. The green dance, from the smallest roadside plant in a vertical upsurge, to trees bursting in leaf, swaying to morning skies woven in rainbows of returning birds, from the mystical white transformation of ice and snow in bays to the miracle and movement of water. I am stillness, I am dance; I am death, I am life. Know this for what you are. Everything moves.

But while the universe as a whole, if indeed there is a whole universe, tends to run down, there are local enclaves whose direction seems opposed to that of the universe at large and in which there is a limited and temporary tendency for organization to increase. Life finds its home in some of these enclaves. It is with this point of view at its core that the new science of Cybernetics began its development.1

To live effectively is to live with adequate information. Thus, communication and control belong to the essence of man's inner life, even as they belong to his life in society.

At every stage of technique since Daedalus or Hero of Alexandria, the ability of the artificer to produce a working simulacrum of a living organism has always intrigued people.

This book is devoted to the impact of the Gibbsian point of view on modern life, both through the substantive changes it has made in working science, and through the changes it has made indirectly in our attitude to life in general. Thus the following chapters contain an element of technical description as well as a philosophic component which concerns what we do and how we should react to the new world that confronts us.

The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium.

For the first time Saya understood how people can grow accustomed to war. Intensified by the stark contrast between life and death, fleeting moments of joy such as these could make one almost mad with happiness.

When a body's this old, she can claim to be as wise as she wants.