Quotes About Life

There are a lot of sad stories. It seems like everybody has one to tell.

History repeats itself only in that, from afar, we all seem to lead exactly the same life. We are all born; we all spend time here on earth; we all die. But up close, we have each walked down our own separate paths. We have stood at our own lonely crossroads. We have touched the lives of others at crucial points, for better or for worse. In the end, each of us has lived a unique life story, astounding and complicated, a story that could never be repeated.

Life is complicated. You don't only have two simple choices: drunk or teetotaler; saint or sinner. It's more complicated than that.

Once you've been taken, you usually have twenty-four hours left to live.

History repeats itself only in that, from afar, we all seem to lead exactly the same life. We are all born; we all spend time here on earth; we all die. But, up close, we have each walked down our own separate paths. We have stood at our own lonely crossroads. We have touched the lives of others at crucial points, for better or for worse. In the end, each of us has lived a unique life story, astounding and complicated, a story taht could never be repeated.

A hydroid colony no bigger than can be contained in one's cupped hands may be almost a whole universe in itself - a complete unit of life, with possibly dozens of units in one tide pool.

I must reluctantly observe that two causes, the abbreviation of time, and the failure of hope, will always tinge with a browner shade the evening of life.

Such was the unhappy condition of the Roman emperors, that, whatever might be their conduct, their fate was commonly the same. A life of pleasure or virtue, of severity or mildness, of indolence or glory, alike lead to an untimely grave; and almost every reign is closed by the same disgusting repetition of treason and murder.

during the long period which elapsed between the Egyptian and the Babylonian servitudes, the hopes as well as fears of the Jews appear to have been confined within the narrow compass of the present life.

The forests and morasses of Germany were filled with a hardy race of barbarians, who despised life when it was separated from freedom;

A modern Greek, who could write the life of a saint without adding fables and miracles, is entitled to some commendation.

And it was the part of a wise man to forget inevitable calamities of human life in the enjoyment of the fleeting hour.

Egypt, the fruitful parent of superstition, afforded the first example of the monastic life.

Fire is the most powerful agent of life and death: the rapid mischief may be kindled and propagated by the industry or negligence of mankind;

The Baron told her that only art meant anything.

I tend to think life is pastiche: I'm not sure what it's a pastiche of - we haven't found out yet.

Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.

More and more, I think you should have no expectations and do everything for its own sake. That way you won't be hit in the head quite so frequently.

We spend all our lives trying to avoid reality in one way or another. I've always had a rather strong sense of unreality. I feel other people exist in a way I don't.

I do like rocks. I had a terrible trauma this week: I didn't know what had become of my favorite rock. And I thought, Oh my God, I can't live. Fortunately, it was found.

every now and then I do think life is a crock, there's no getting around it. Basically, it's really just awful. I do think it's stupidity that makes the world go round. And if you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point.

I think there should be a little bit of uneasiness in everything, because I do think we're all really in a sense living on the edge. So much of life is inexplicable. . . . The things that happen to you are usually the things that you haven't thought of or that come absolutely out of nowhere. And all you can do is cope with them when they turn up.

There was an old man on the Border, Who lived in the utmost disorder; He danced with the cat, and made tea in his hat, Which vexed all the folks on the Border.

When we take life for granted, we're assholes. Every day we wake up and the world's still turning- that's a great day.