Quotes About Life

Wynn had seen it before: injured people who had barely enough energy to shift a little, to eat, but not enough to talk. Strange that words took so much life force.

Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occurred 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. And life was inside death, virulent and insistent as a strain of flu. How it should be.

She had taught him almost everything he knew about moving through the world with some semblance of grace, and he tried to live it and bumbled often and tried again. She had taught him courage in the landscapes of the imagination, and to find the joy in things when he was afraid.

The way things ought to be. A turning of seasons and a natural acceptance of life pulling back and many things passing. There was a kind of relief in that, and a sharp beauty. Whose power had much to do with one's ability to hold the losses it augured.

Few people had the luck to die in the prime of life in full appreciation of all the goodness therein. Leave it at that, he thought. As good a place as any.

He would turn out fine, too. Most of them were that way. They were tough and sweet and funny and sad, and people like that would always survive. It wasn't necessarily gold, but perhaps because of that it would stay.

It's not that Darwinism isn't describing something real. It's just not life. It's death… and Hell.

Women, every powerful man is becoming weak until he dies. Men, every beautiful woman is becoming less beautiful until she dies. Yet there is a deeper beauty and a deeper power and a deeper love.

I'm not so sure we're all that good at telling whether something is dead or alive. Maybe we confuse alive with lots of noise, emotion, and zeal.

When I preached through the Gospel of John a couple of years ago, time and time again I was struck by the fact that Jesus does EVERYTHING! He calls people, He chooses people, He saves people, He sanctifies people, He lives His life through people.

Story--plot--gives meaning to each page. If you could number all the pages so that you knew their exact sequence and which page was yours, life would still be meaningless if you didn't know what the book was about.

I just hope I die naturally before somebody breaks into my house and beats me to death for whatever I happen to have in my wallet, it's just a race between the one and the other for me.

I'm not crying about anything or anyone in particular. The life I live I created for myself, and I wouldn't want it any different. I cry because in the universe there is something as beautiful as Kremer playing the Brains violin concerto.

One adopted their language, that of the teachers and the schools, one had none of one's own. At first it was like a release, like a key, like a road. The only road in. Much later one discovers that what one was let into, at that time, was a tunnel. From which one can never again escape. Not entirely. Not in this life.

We trust people's lives to randomly selected juries as the only fair method; should we use any less fair method for a nation or a planet?

Thou shalt do no murder," and the distinction between murder and killing is not a small one. Murder, in the Hebrew language and culture, refers to the premeditated taking of a life outside the womb; killing had to do with the ritual

Whenever God gives a miracle child to an old couple, it is a sign that He is beginning something new. An old couple having their first child means a new life. But a virgin who conceives must mark the beginning of a new creation.

I realize there are a lot of things I haven't shared with you.» «That's because you don't trust me, father.» «I didn't trust you, Damian, do you really think you'd be standing here--my life's most safeguarded secrets accessible?» «Sometimes I think your secrets have secrets»

Life's not some slot machine in an arcade with a sign that flashes up saying 'I'm sorry, you have been killed. Would you like another go?' But we might get put through the same test each time, get faced with the same situations until we've learned how to cope.

The world is a dangerous place (...) There will always be blurred boundaries. There are plenty of good bad guys and bad good guys. Life's not clear and it's seldom fair (...) I don't want our child growing up under the illusion that it is. Shit happens.

La vida es aquello que te va sucediendo mientras te empeñas en hacer otros planes».

Living doesn't do you any good,' he replied. 'It kills us all.

Life must be lived forward, but it can only be understood backwards.

Know the definition of a pessimist?' Branson shook his head. 'It's an optimist with experience.