Quotes About Life

She turns to me sharply. "To live _is_ to fight," she snaps. "To preserve life is to fight _everything_ that man stands for." She takes an angry huff of air. "And now her, too, with all the bombs. I fight them every time I bandage the blackened eye of a woman, every time I remove shrapnel from a bomb victim." Her voice has raised but she lowers it again. "That's my war," she says. "That's the war I'm fighting.

You felt the excitement when we chased them up the hill," the Mayor's saying. "I saw it. It blazed through your Noise like a fire. Every man in the army felt the same thing. You're never more alive than in battle." "Never more dead after," I say.

You do not write your life with words, the monster said. You write it with actions.

I just want the world to make sense now and then, is that so wrong?

It's like a rule of life that yer automatically happier when you don't gotta worry about something.

The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren't they? We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they're the very thing that saves us.

Are you serious? Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you've got to do is find a way to live there.

There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than the story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you've got to do is find a way to live there.

How have you made it this far in life, George? How do you not get eaten alive by the world out there?

Las historias son importantes -dijo el monstruo-. Pueden ser más importantes que cualquier otra cosa. Si portan la verdad.

This is why I came walking, to tell you this so that you may heal. You must listen. Conor swallowed again. "I'm listening." You do not write your life with words, the monster said. You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do. There

La vida no la escribes con palabras, la escribes con acciones

Everyone here is someone's daughter," she says quietly. "Every soldier out there is someone's son. The only crime, the only crime is to take a life. There is nothing else." "And that's why you don't fight," I say. She turns to me sharply. "To live is to fight," she snaps. "To preserve life is to fight everything that man stands for.

The yew tree is the most important of all the healing trees, it said. It lives for thousands of years. Its berries, its bark, its leaves, its sap, its pulp, its wood, they all thrum and burn and twist with life. It can cure almost any ailment man suffers from, mixed and treated by the right apothecary.

Hope is terrifying, Viola," he said. "No one wants to admit it, but it is." I feel my eyes go wet again. "Then how can you stand it? How can you bear even thinking it? It feels so dangerous, like you'll be punished for even thinking you deserved it." He touched my arm, just lightly. "Because, Viola, life is so much more terrifying without it.

Stories don't always have happy endings.

Not everyone has to be the chosen one. Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing the things that are great from them, having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people probably. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyways.

It has nothing to do with not trusting you. It's to do with what something becomes once you tell it. It's like it's truer. And it's got a life of its own and it rushes out into the world and becomes something you can't control.

Yer alive," he says, and he is so relieved, so happy, to see me in the middle of all that death where I am alone and alone and alone for ever, he is so happy that I vow to kill him -

Isn't dying once enough? he thinks. Am I going to have to keep doing it? But then he thinks, No. Because you can die before you're dead, too.

All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyway.

The Land looks deep inside itself to find the new Sky and there is no refusal for the one chosen. The past life is over and must be left behind, for the Land needs its Sky to watch over it and the Sky can have no other than the Land.

she is born in the breath of a cloud