Quotes About Life

On closer examination, we are simply a banal tragedy spread over two generations.

A child who is born is something to seek out, something to search for, a star, a northern light, a column of energy in the universe. And a child who dies-that's an abomination.

When he starts to talk, I understand a little about the art of interrogation for the first time in my life. Fear alone isn't what makes him talk. It's just as much a longing for contact, the burden of a guilty conscience, and the loneliness of the sea.

If you reach the age of thirty-seven in a country like Denmark, and have regular intervals free of pharmaceuticals, haven't committed suicide, and haven't completely sold out the tender ideals of your childhood, then you've learned a little about facing adversity in life.

In qualche modo è come quando avevamo diciassette anni. Crediamo che la disperazione ci bloccherà completamente, ma non lo fa, si incapsula in un punto scuro da qualche parte dentro di noi, e costringe il resto del sistema a funzionare , a occuparsi di cose pratiche che forse non sono importanti ma che ci tengono in movimento, garantendo che in qualche modo siamo vivi.

Every life contains within it a potential for clarification. He has lost that chance. The conflicts that are now pressing him down in his chair are the same ones he had in his thirties, when I got to know him, when he became my father. The only thing age has done is to whittle away his ability to confront them.

There's no simple arithmetic for life's distribution of happiness and sorrow, no such thing as a standard share.

To the earth shall you return.

One can only ask to play as well as possible the notes one is given.

To touch time. That, I suppose, is what life for me has been about since then.

An oxygen gauge.

Obedience is now just one of the fun ways we say thanks to Him while He drenches us with favor; it naturally flows from our lives. Christianity is not a process in which we earn love; it's a process in which we reflect love.

I'll never find a better time to be alive than now.

It's intolerable that when someone is born into the world, he can't automatically come to consciousness.

El cansancio abre, le hace a uno poroso, crea una permeabilidad para la epopeya de todos los seres vivos, incluso de estos animales de ahora

Life is a poem, look carefully and you will find a verse. Peter Harrison December 2016

Why? Because he believed that "living in the expectation of death . . . would . . . be . . . harder" than living with an illusion. His position may have been highly humane, but it was also debilitating.

How can you kill a man who'd already been dead for years?

I'm told women scream when they give birth because of the intense pain. And I think about how easily life can just slide away, like thawing ice. And how it's only the living that scream.

Yeah, some days you die.

He's getting old. I don't count the years. I don't multiply by seven. They bred dogs for everything else, even diving for fish, why didn't they breed them to live longer, to live as long as a man?

Funny how you can live your whole life waiting and not know it... Waiting for your real life to begin. Maybe the most real thing the end. To realize when it's too late. I know now that I loved him more than anything on earth or off of it.

Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains.

It caught me sometimes: that this was okay. Just this. That simple beauty was still bearable barely, and that if I lived moment to moment, garden to stove to the simple act of flying, I could have peace.