Quotes About Life

handicapping heaven, searching for patterns, and a portal of probability opening up onto the meaning of life

Herkes ölür," demi?ti yava? yava? güçlerini kaybeden ellerine bakarak. "Fakat ben bunun böyle olaca??n? önceden tahmin edememi?tim i?te. Ama sorun de?il. Hayat?m? istedi?im gibi ya?ad?m.

The merry-go-round was slowing down.

Mothers,fathers,our kind,tell me again that death doesn't matter.Tell me it's just a limitation of vision ,a fold of landscape,a deep flax-and-poppy-filled gully hidden on the hill, pleat in our perception a somersault of existence,natural,even beneficent even a gift,the only key to the red-lacquered door at the end of the hall,"water within water," those old stories.

Don't you know This is precisely what I seek, mad myself To envelope every last drupe and pearl shaped ovule, Every nip and cry and needle-fine boring, every drooping, Spore-rich tassle of oak flower, all the whistling, Wing-beating, heavy-tipped matings of an entire prairie Of grasses, every wafted, moaning seed hook You can possibly manage to bring to me, That is exactly what I contrive to take you into my arms With you, again and again.

I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination.

I never did quite fit the glamour mode. It is life with my husband and family that is my high now.

Every single breath you take contains the history of the galaxy.

Pantheism believes that all things are linked in a profound unity. All things have a common origin and a common destiny. All things are interconnected and interdependent. In life and in death we humans are an inseparable part of this unity, and in realizing this we can find our joy and our peace.

In part because of antibiotics, we live 30 years longer than we did a hundred years ago.

Living is worthwhile if one can contribute in some small way to this endless chain of progress.

A book connects you to the universe like a cell phone connects you to the Internet...But it only work if your battery's not dead. Mr. Nowak

Mom points at the gravesites all around us. "We all die, Lucy. Me. You. Everybody. But you know what we do first?" I shake my head. "We pretend that it's not going to happen. We make believe that we're never going to die. do you know what that's called?" "Lying?" I say. "Living, Lucy. It's called living...

I'm not one of those people who think that cancer is some kind of jousting match. People live or die based on good medicine, good luck, and the grace of God. The people that die from it did not fail. The people who live will die another day.

I mean people die every day, and the world is still spinning." Mom takes my paper and turns it around to study it. "That's a good thing." "Are you talking about life, death, or my bird?" "Life is good. Death is a mystery. The bird needs work.

Just being alive - even if you're only on the planet for a few years - is struggle enough. You've earned the right to be remembered.

What's your life philosophy, Leo?" "I haven't figured it out yet." Abbey considers this. "'I haven't figured it out yet' is not a bad life philosophy

I've lived a life that's full, I traveled each and ev'ry highway, And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

I've always believed that if you don't stay moving, they will throw dirt on you.

The point is we are all selling. We are all in advertising. It is part of life.

There's hope for everyone. That's what makes the world go round.

First of all there is Blue. Later there is White, and then there is Black, and before the beginning there is Brown. Brown broke him in, Brown taught him the ropes, and when Brown grew old, Blue took over. That is how it begins. The place is New York, the time is the present, and neither one will ever change.

Our lives don't really belong to us, you see -- they belong to the world, and in spite of our efforts to make sense of it, the world is a place beyond our understanding.

You think it will never happen to you, that it cannot happen to you, that you are the only person in the world to whom none of these things will ever happen, and then, one by one, they all begin to happen to you, in the same way they happen to everyone else.