Quotes About Life

Let me just say that I am not often lonely in country places. In cities I am, like the writers of the letters. Nature doesn't break your heart: other people do. Yet, we cannot live apart from each other in bowers feeding on nectar. We're in this together, this getting through our lives, as the fact that we are word-users shows.

My life burned inside me. Even such as it was, it was the only record of me, and it was my only creation, and something in me would not accept that it was insignificant.

But you know, there's one simple thing I see absolutely clearly, now that I am so very old. I looked at her. The Albert Einstein hairstyle, and the bright black eyes and the sharp nose. That pallor on her face. She put her small hand on mine. The world is wonderful , she said. All its little things. It is wonderful .

The world is wonderful, she said. All its little things. It is wonderful.

Allí donde la vida se configura como una perpetua lucha por la obtención de dinero, el hombre acaba, de facto, transformado en un bien más del sistema de la propiedad

No todo lo que brilla ha de ser oro: siempre oíste decir al mundo a coro. Ha vendido su vida mucha gente por mirarme por fuera solamente: no hay tumba de oro sin gusano y lloro. Si fueras tan sensato como osado, joven de cuerpo y viejo en buen sentido, tal respuesta no habrías recibido: adiós: tu pretensión ha fracasado

El amor no puede ser enjaulado. El amor, para retomar una espléndida imagen que Rainer Maria Rilke utiliza en una de sus cartas, necesita moverse libremente, necesita una mano abierta que le permita, sin obstáculos, detenerse o escapar. Apretar los dedos para inmovilizarlo significa convertir la mano en un ataúd. Porque poseer quiere decir matar.

También la religión, como la filosofía, debe convertirse en una opción de vida, debe transformarse en una manera de vivir. Así, ninguna religión y ninguna filosofía podrán nunca reivindicar la posesión de una verdad absoluta, válida para todos los seres humanos. Porque creer que se posee la única y sola verdad significa sentirse con el deber de imponerla, también por la fuerza, por el bien de la humanidad.

Yes, life is hard, but it's not a bad way to pass the time. When all is said and done, I recommend it.

You cannot enjoy my sweetness and refuse to enjoy my bitterness when arise.

It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

Bagdad-on-the-Subway.

Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

We can't buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence

It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

Life is full of sniffles sobs and smiles. With sniffles predominating.

If a person has lived through war, poverty and love, he has lived a full life

A]ll of life, as we know it, moves in little, unavailing circles. More justly than to anything else, it can be likened to the game of baseball. Crack! we hit the ball, and away we go. If we earn a run (in life we call it success) we get back to the home plate and sit upon a bench. If we are thrown out, we walk back to the home plate -- and sit upon a bench.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

A covenant is a bond in blood sovereignly administered. When God enters into a covenantal relationship with men, he sovereignly institutes a life-and-death bond. A covenant is a bond in blood, or a bond of life and death, sovereignly administered.

Yes, you learn your lessons as they come your way... And when you have learned them all they can stick red-hot pokers in your wife and babies and you will only laugh to see it. Because you will know by then that people don't matter a damn. Men are like corn growing. The sun burns them up and the rain washes them out and the winter freezes them, and the cavalry tramps them down, but somehow they keep growing. And none of it matters a damn so long as the whisky holds out.

He had never understood what was wrong and what was right, good and bad, what he wanted and did not want; he had never been able to solve the knotted snarl of his life because of the very complexity of that snarl, because of his indecision, because of the double responsibility he felt, and when, finally he had become man enough to solve it, it was too late, and too many forces had been set in motion.

Los hombres son como el maíz. El sol los quema, la lluvia los empapa, el invierno los congela y la Caballería los pisotea, pero a pesar de todo continúan creciendo. Y nada de eso importa mientras haya whisky.