Quotes About Life

There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.

When I went to the University, the medical school was the only place where one could hope to find the means to study life, its nature, its origins, and its ills.

Dans les rues, je suis l'obsédé de ma morte, mornement regardant tous ces agités qui ne savent pas qu'ils vont mourir et que le bois de leur cercueil existe déjà dans une scierie ou dans une forêt, vaguement regardant ces jeunes et fardés futurs cadavres femelles qui rient avec leurs dents, annonce et commencement de leur squelette, qui montrent leurs trente-deux petits bouts de squelette et qui s'esclaffent comme s'ils ne devaient jamais mourir.

Aujourd'hui, je suis fou de mort, partout la mort, et ces roses sur ma table qui me parfument tandis que j'écris, affreusement vivant, ces roses sont des bouts de cadavres qu'on force à faire semblant de vivre trois jours de plus dans de l'eau et les gens achètent ces cadavres de fleurs et les jeunes filles s'en repaissent.

Car l'homme ne vit que durant un clignement de paupières et ensuite c'est la pourriture à jamais, et chaque jour tu fais un pas de plus vers le trou en terre où tu moisiras en grande stupidité et silence en la seule compagnie de vers blancs et gras comme ceux de la farine et du fromage, et ils s'introduiront dans tous tes orifices pour s'y nourrir.

Agenouillés, ils étaient ridicules, ils étaient fiers et beaux, et vivre était sublime.

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality.

The really valuable thing in the pageant of human life seems to me not the State but the creative, sentient individual, the personality; it alone creates the noble and the sublime

Nothing will benefit human health and increase chances for survival of life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet.

People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live... [We] never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born. letter to Otto Juliusburger

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.

When I was still a rather precocious young man, I already realized most vividly the futility of the hopes and aspirations that most men pursue throughout their lives.

We all try to escape pain and death, while we seek what is pleasant.

Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust — we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.

Each of us visits this Earth involuntarily, and without an invitation. For me, it is enough to wonder at the secrets.

He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead his eyes are closed.

Most people go on living their everyday life half frightened, half indifferent, they behold the ghostly tragi-comedy that is being performed on the international stage before the eyes and ears of the world.

My life is a simple thing that would interest no one. It is a known fact that I was born and that is all that is necessary.

The aim (of education) must be the training of independently acting and thinking individuals who, however, can see in the service to the community their highest life achievement.

The devil has put a penalty on all things we enjoy in life. Either we suffer in our health, or we suffer in our soul, or we get fat.

The ideals which have always shone before me and filled me with the joy of living are goodness, beauty, and truth.

The ideals which have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth. The trite subjects of human efforts, possessions, outward success, luxury have always seemed to me contemptible.

The man who regards his own life and that of his fellow creatures as meaningless is not merely unhappy but hardly fit for life.

The tragedy of life is what dies in the hearts and souls of people while they live.