Quotes About Life

I find it difficult to understand the kind of human being who lives, or who is sure he can live, purely, happily, serenely while engaged in deceit.

To be alive. To be alive. An intolerably immense undertaking before which one can only gasp in apprehension.

I should have died sooner. But there was one thing: Mama's love. When I thought of that I couldn't die. It's true, as I have said, that just as man has the right to live as he chooses, he has the right to die when he pleases, and yet as long as my mother remained alive, I felt that the right to death would have to be left in abeyance, for to exercise it would have meant killing her too.

En mi existencia ya no existe la felicidad o el sufrimiento. Todo pasa.

Somehow it is not the smile of a human being: it utterly lacks substance, all of what we might call the "heaviness of blood" or perhaps the "solidity of human life"—it has not even a bird's weight. It is merely a blank sheet of paper, light as a feather, and it is smiling.

Bagaimanapun kau bisa meyakini satu hal: seorang lelaki musti berpura-pura demi meneruskan hidup.

Aunque llegue a salir, llevaré siempre clavado en la frente el cartel de loco; mejor dicho, de muerto viviente. Indigno de ser humano.

God killed me, and only after He had made me into someone entirely different from the person I had been, did he call me back to life.

Women don't know anything about happiness or unhappiness." "Perhaps not. What about man?" "Men only have unhappiness. They are always fighting fear.

Life itself is bound to be dreary if you carry a lot of baggage about.

People depend on death to be complete. While alive, they are all incomplete.

O insanlar kusurluydular. Ama belki de benim a?k?m için ya?ad???m gibi onlar da bu biçimde ya?ayarak ayakta durabiliyorlard?. ?ayet insan, hayata geldi?inde ?u ya da bu biçimde ya?amaya devam edecekse sona varmak için büründü?ü görünüm çirkin bile olsa küçümsenmemelidir. Hayat?n? ya?amak. Ya?amak. Muazzam bir giri?im, insan? endi?eye bo?acak kadar.

Adults are thoroughly schooled in this way of seeing, which makes it quite easy for them to empathize with others. Each teardrop is a source of pride. Young people, it's true, will also sometimes indulge in this kind of trivial emotionality. But if adults acquire this ability only after making compromises with their lives, to put it generously, where do young people pick it up? From junk novels like this one?

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

Once you've given in to that whim, your destiny is decided. There's no such thing as 'seeing what happens' in this life. To do something just to see what happens is exactly the same as just plain doing it.

Those who wish to go on living can always manage to survive whatever obstacles there may be. That is splendid of them, and I daresay that what people call the glory of mankind is comprised of just such a thing. But I am convinced that dying is not a sin. 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. I am wanting. It has been all I could do to stay alive up to now.

Jusque-là dans ma vie, le désir d'être tué m'était venu plus d'une fois, mais l'idée de tuer quelqu'un ne m'avait pas effleuré ; lorsque je me trouvais devant un adversaire terrible je ne pensais, au contraire, qu'à le rendre heureux.

Mi vida ha estado llena de verguenza. La verdad es que no tengo la más remota idea de lo que es vivir como un ser humano.

Podría decirse que todavía no he comprendido lo que mantiene vivo al ser humano.

As pessoas trabalham para ganhar seu pão, pois se não comem, morrem." Para mim, não havia frase mais obscura, difícil de entender e, ao mesmo tempo, que soasse mais ameaçadora do que essa.

I wanted to maintain the illusion of peace and harmony even one day, even one moment. Longer. Dreading above all the thought of giving people such a frightful shock, I acted out the temporizing lie as if my life depended on it. I was forever doing that: backing myself further into a corner as I contemplated my own death.

The "literary world" was a place I was grateful for, and blessed, I thought, were those who could spend their lives there.

Me pregunto si soy feliz.

Me cuesta entender que el ser humano viva o quiera vivir con pureza, claridad y felicidad en medio de toda esta mentira mutua.