Quotes About Life

We can never be born enough.

Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.

And death i think is no parenthesis.

for life's not a paragraph/ and death, i think, is no parenthesis.

Post Impressions into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing. Into the hair-thin tints of yellow dawn, into the women-coloured twilight i smilingly glide. I into the big vermilion departure swim,sayingly; (Do you think?)the i do,world is probably made of roses & hello: (of solongs and,ashes)

Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.

To geologists, it's death, taxes, and climate change that are the true constants of life on Earth.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live --moreover, the only one.

By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes--a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.

The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.

O kas iš tikr?j? priklauso mums? Kam kelti tiek daug triukšmo d?l dalyk?, kurie geriausiu atveju mums duoti tik laikinai?

twice I have lived forever in a smile

remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.

we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph and death i think is no parenthesis

Humanity i love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it's there and sitting down on it and because you are forever making poems in the lap of death Humanity i hate you

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body

you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered

i imagine that yes is the only living thing.

existing's tricky:but to live's a gift)

That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.

If 180 million people want to be undead, that's their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.

i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile

Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.