Quotes About Life

In our lives we know joy, anger, sorrow, and a hundred other emotions, but these emotions altogether occupy a bare one per cent of our time. The remaining ninety-nine per cent is just living in waiting.

Everything passes.

It is painful for the plant which is myself to live in the atmosphere and light of this world. Somewhere an element is lacking which would permit me to continue.

Any man who criticizes my suicide and passes judgment on me with an expression of superiority, declaring (without offering the least help) that I should have gone on living my full complement of days, is assuredly a prodigy among men quite capable of tranquilly urging the Emperor to open a fruit shop.

There was something wrong about thse people. But perhaps, just as it is true of my love, they could not go on living except in the way they do. If it is true that man, once born into the world, must somehow live out his life, perhaps the appearance that people make in order to go through with it, even if it is as ugly as their appearance, should not be despised. To be alive. To be alive. An intolerably immense undertaking before which one can only gasp in apprehension.

Scoundrels [...] simply don't die. The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people. [...] Scoundrels live a long time. The beautiful die young.

Oh, life is too painful, the reality that confirms the universal belief that it is best not to be born.

I had no choice but to pray for his death. Typically enough, the one thing that never occurred to me was to kill him. During the course of my life I have wished innumerable times that I might meet with a violent death, but I have never once desired to kill anybody. I thought that in killing a dreaded adversary I might actually be bringing him happiness.

During the course of my life I have wished innumerable times that I might meet with a violent death, but I have never once desired to kill anybody. I thought that in killing a dreaded adversary I might actually be bringing him happiness.

It occurred to me that prison life might actually be pleasanter than groaning away my sleepless nights in hellish dread of the "realities of life" as led by human beings.

If it failed I had no choice but to hang myself, a resolve which was tantamount to a bet on the existence of God.

A mere smile can determine a woman's fate. It is frightening. Fascinatingly so. I have to be careful.

The ones who die are always the gentle, sweet, and beautiful people.

Women sleep so soundly they seem to be dead. Who knows? Women may live in order to sleep.

Nothing was so hard for me to understand, so baffling, and at the same time so filled with menacing overtones as the commonplace remark, "Human beings work to earn their bread, for if they don't eat, they die.

I have no choice. I am a person with no reason to live. I know my lot. Yes, it would be great to die one day sooner.

I can never forget the indescribably crafty shadow that passed over Flatfish's face as he laughed at me, his neck drawn in. It resembled contempt, yet it was different: if the world, like the sea, had depths of a thousand fathoms, this was the kind of weird shadows which might be found hovering here and there at the bottom. It was a laugh that enabled me to catch a glimpse of the very nadir of adult life.

The smile of one flower permeates those who live next to death more than the problem of life and death.

A man crushed by reality puts on a show of endurance. If that's beyond your comprehension, dear reader, then you and I will never understand each other. Life's a farce, so we might as well make it a good one. But real life is a realm that I may never reach. The best that I can hope for is to loiter in the memory of these four days, so steeped with empathy. Four days that count more than five or ten years of my life. Four days that count more than a lifetime.

no matter how difficult, because I would have a purpose in life, I would have hope.

But people almost never say, "Die!", Paltry prudent, hypocrites.

Tahun lalu tak terjadi apa-apa Tahun sebelumnya pun tak terjadi apa-apa Dan tahun sebelum tahun sebelumnya juga tak terjadi apa-apa.

En mi existencia ya no existe la felicidad o el sufrimiento. Todo pasa. Esa es la única verdad en toda mi vida, transcurrida en el interminable infierno de la sociedad humana. Todo pasa.

Quiero morir, porque el vivir sólo causa pecado.