Quotes About Life

Who am I? I am the spine that the mountains hang upon! I am the tears that the rivers cry! I am the lungs that breathe the wind! I am the wolf that kills the stag, the hawk that kills the mouse, the spider that kills the fly! I am the stag, the mouse and the fly that are eaten! I am the snake of the world devouring its tail! I am everything untamed and untameable!

That is what death is, a state of constant hunger, for the things you've left behind, for your memories, for life.

Despair was one thing, despair had a component of energy, despair grappled and fought, despair needed you alive to feel its pain, but sadness, sadness was something else altogether. Sadness was a slow vampire. Sadness reached in and uncorked you like a full tub. Sadness was the parasite that killed its host.

Did it matter? George thought perhaps it did, and not in terms of finding truth or of any hope of discovering what really happened at any given moment. There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Patrick Ness, A MONSTER CALLS

Joy and suffering are not mutually exclusive, they flow from the same valve. Close that valve and you may not hurt as much, but neither will you shine.

the violence intensified, grandiose funerals became routine, with rousing graveside orations and caskets draped in tricolor flags. People took to joking that there was no social life in Belfast anymore, apart from wakes.

Richard was smart, and quirky, and fun. He was stocky, with a wide forehead, a straight nose, a husky voice, and a goofy grin. Richard's most distinctive trait, Kapit discovered, was a headlong enthusiasm for life.

Hughes would later count that moment—black and blue, manacled, borne into prison on that great wave of enthusiasm—as one of the greatest in his life.

Sometimes it felt as if they spent more nights on the floor than in their beds. Lying awake, staring at the ceiling, Michael would listen to the sounds of bullets ricocheting off the concrete outside. It was a mad life. But as the anarchy persisted from one month to the next, it became the only life he knew.

I always read. You know how sharks have to keep swimming or they die? I'm like that. If I stop reading, I die.

It wasn't even a good note. 'If you are reading this I am probably dead.' What sort of a note is that?

It's not over if you're still here," Chronicler said. "It's not a tragedy if you're still alive.

Death was like an unpleasant neighbor. You didn't talk about him for fear he might hear you and decide to pay a visit.

That was another lesson I had learned perhaps too well: people meant pain.

I need you to breathe for me.

No matter how you spend your life, your wit will defend you more often than a sword. Keep it sharp!

Clean, quick, and easy as lying. We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give is the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself

It's not over if you're still here," Chronicler said. "It's not a tragedy if you're still alive." Bast nodded eagerly at this, looking back at Kvothe. Kvothe looked at both of them for a moment, then smiled and chuckled low in his chest. "Oh," he said fondly. "You're both so young.

I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.

hear rumors and go digging for the painful truth beneath the lovely lies. You believe you have a right to these things, but you don't. When someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.

That's one of the best things about horror movies – they're not real life. They're like emotional cardio. They give us the chance to be terrified in a consequence-free environment. That's the joy of all fiction, really: you get the benefit of experiencing something without the burden of having to actually experience it.