Quotes About Life

This is your life's work for a reason. The things you've lost have drawn you to help these children and young women. I think you know that already, but you can't see what I can.

We each have to make our choices, and then find a way to live with them. And if we can't, well, then, that's when we know something has to change.

Life is change, Anna. We don't get to keep each other.

The wages of sin are death, but after they take the taxes out, it's more like a tired feeling, really.

My little innocent has some fire in her after all. His velvety voice licked her spine. Fire, and a decadently enchanting sway to her hips. Sam blushed to her roots and stumbled into the stables trying to still the "sway to her hips." She would ignore him and hope he would go away like a bad dream. She didn't need this in her life.

If you want to know real joy in life, then be willing to let pain tutor your soul.

Herb Gardner wrote, You have to own your days, every one of them, Or else the years go by and none of them belong to you.2

Life is like the stock market. Some days you're up. Some days you're down. And some days you feel like something the bull left behind.

The future isn't carved in stone, only your epitaph.

Mom isn't content taking a stroll down memory lane. She's bought a condo and spends half the year there.

And in a way, this was how he had come to see his death, as a series of small ones taking place over the course of his life and leading finally to the main event, which would be so anti-climatic, so undramatic (a sudden violent seizure in his long abused heart, a quick massive flooding of the brain) it would go unnoticed. It was the small deaths occurring over an entire lifetime that took the greater toll.

At the age he had attained with his life span short before him he had begun to look upon the human world with the indifference of a condemned man.

No, seventy-two. He had just turned seventy-two on March 15, yesterday, as he had turned sixteen just before Horseshoe Bend and at that time it would have been beyond belief that he would even live to see this age, much less be traveling along a distant road far to the west, still in one piece, alive and unaccountably happy.

Maybe life is just carrying news. Surviving to carry the news. Maybe we have just one message, and it is delivered to us when we are born and we are never sure what it says; it may have nothing to do with us personally but it must be carried by hand through a life, all the way, and at the end handed over, sealed. He was not really rested but well enough. They went on.

Yes, novel and untried," said Deaver. He took up his knife and fork. "So they have given the most warlike tribes on the plains into the hands of Quakers. The most warlike and the least known. How interesting life is. How strange." He ate a large bite of his steak. "How peculiar are the ways of government.

All he had was the story of his life, which was as good as any other man's, and in the end it is all we have.

Maybe we have just one message, and it is delivered to us when we are born and we are never sure what it says; it may have nothing to do with us personally but it must be carried by hand through a life, all the way, and at the end handed over, sealed.

Maybe life is just carrying news. Surviving to carry the news. Maybe we have just one message, and it is delivered to us when we are born and we are never sure what it says; it may have nothing to do with us personally but it must be carried by hand through life, all the way, and at the end handed over, sealed

Khaemwaset's eyes remained on the riverbank as the green confusion of spring glided by. Beyond the fecund, brilliant life of the bank with its choked river growth, its darting, piping birds, its busy insects and occasionally its sleepy grinning crocodiles, was a wealth of rich black soil in which the fellahin were struggling, knee-deep, to strew the fresh seed.

For some moviegoers, movies probably contribute to that self-defeating romanticizing of expectations which makes life a series of disappointments. They watch the same movies over and over on television, as if they were constantly returning to the scene of the crime—the life they were so busy dreaming about that they never lived it.

The worst thing about movie-making is that it's like life: nobody can go back to correct the mistakes.

Life is a journey not a destination, so journey it!

Life is full of surprises, good and bad!

Thank you," she whispered, "for keeping yourself alive, soldier." "You're welcome," he whispered back.