Quotes About Life

No doubt the shortness of your memories is a very convenient thing for you; for without it I really don't know how you could have the conscience to repudiate your debts, swear in your witness boxes, take your marriage vows, traverse your divorce petitions, or do half the things that you do do. But, owing to the perfection of our remembrance, I can recall every trifle of the life that I then enjoyed with him.

So we, in thoughtless play, twist the first gleaming and silky threads of the fatal cord which will cling about our necks, fastened beyond hope of release, as long as our lives shall last!

And I knew that she said truly; for indeed to live only to know the pains, the needs, the agonies, and the travails that lie in living, is a hard fate, though it be the fate of millions.

The old man was silent: the truth suggested itself to him with the boy's innocent answer. He was tied to a bed of dried leaves in the corner of a wattle hut, but he had not wholly forgotten what the ways of the world were like.

You are young enough! — and yet, I don't know; it is a popular fallacy that time counts by years. One is old according to the style of one's life, not the length of it.

When those poor devils of novelists jumble a lot of impossible coincidences all pell-mell together without building plan, or sequence, or any sort of sense, they are all wrong as to Art, clearly, but they are awfully true to Life.

IT is strange how the outer world surrounds yet never touches the inner; how the gay and lighter threads of life intervene yet never mingle with those that are darkest and sternest, as the parasite clings to the forest tree, united yet ever dissimilar!

Out campaigning, one is free from all that trash. Before the cannon's mouth men cannot stop to split straws; and with one's own life on a thread, one cannot stop to ruin another's character. I do not know how it is — I have read pretty widely, but philosophers never preached endurance to me as well as Nature.

I wonder now that I did not die; but if everything died that is full of wretchedness, your world would soon have but a sparse peopling.

A little farther on, in the old playing-field, there were the wickets, and the bats, and the jumping poles, and four or five boys, in their shirt sleeves and their straw hats, enjoying their half-holiday, as we had done before them. So life goes on; when one is bowled out, another is ready to step into his shoes, and, no matter how many the ball of death may knock over, the cricket of life is kept up the same, and players are never wanting!

The Bible is the Bread of Life, and it never becomes stale.

The only way I can assure myself of the best possible future is to live as well as I can today.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

Envy feeds on the living. It ceases when they are dead.

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.

An evil life is a kind of death.

Time the devourer of all things.

Your lot is mortal: not mortal is what you desire.

By gaming we lose both our time and treasure - two things most precious to the life of man.

The interest of a parent in the life of his child has all the requisite specificity and intensity that could possibly be required of a "case" or "controversy" under Article III.

Even if their magic is of the flesh? I cannot say if there are spells and curses, but I have known enchantment in my life.

Well, he took dying as naturally as he took living. Like a man should. Like I hope to." Again he looked at the pictures in his mind. "No play-acting nor last words. He just told good-by to the boys as we led his horse under the limb

So I perceived a new example of the old truth, that the letter means nothing until the spirit gives it life.

Molly liked the Virginian for his blush. It made him very handsome. But she thought that it came from his confession about "pretty near crying." The deeper cause she failed to divine,—that he, like the dying hero in the novel, felt himself to be a giant whom life had made "broad gauge," and denied opportunity. Fecund nature begets and squanders thousands of these rich seeds in the wilderness of life.