Quotes About Life

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness... At work, they regarded her as a person apart... They imagined there must be more to her. A dark horse. And still waters run deep. They would be disappointed to know that even clichés were more interesting than the life she lived.

How do you know he's dead?' 'Because he's not breathing

But when you split someone's head open it smelled like an abattoir and quite overpowered the scent of the wild lilacs you'd cut and brought into the house only this morning, which was already in another life.

Life was for absorbing, not recording. And in the end, it was all just paper that someone would have to dispose of after you were gone. Perhaps, after all, one's purpose in this world was to be forgotten, not remembered

He had made a vow, a private promise to the world in the long dark watches of the night, that if he did survive then in the great afterward he would always try to be kind, to live a good quiet life. Like Candide, he would cultivate his garden. Quietly. And that would be his redemption.

He liked Vermeer, all those cool interiors spoke of an ordinariness he could relate to, a moment in time captured forever, because life wasn't about legions of Madonnas and water lilies, it was about the commonplace of details—the woman pouring milk from a jug, the boy sitting at the kitchen table, eating a chicken pie.

Because you couldn't make time, she'd been deluded about that. Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

What he discovered was that the great novels of the world were about three things—death, money and sex. Occasionally a whale.

Theo wondered if those people who were destined to die young had some kind of premonition of the shortness of the hours and that gave their life an intensity, a seriousness like a shadow.

There was something to be said for dying before you ended up in incontinence pads, watching an endless loop of reruns of Friends.

Life was for absorbing, not recording. And in the end, it was all just paper that someone would have to dispose of after you were gone.

Well, you know, Ruby, people are given the mother they need for a particular incarnation. But then she shrugs helplessly because neither of us can think why we needed Bunty.

Ursula had grown rather callous about George Glover's lungs, she had heard so much of them that they seemed to have a life of their own, rather like Sylvie's mother's lungs, organs that seemed to have more character than their owner.

And those are the people we don't like," Julia said. "The enemy of the socialist future. Which is just around the corner, isn't it, sweetie? And always will be, forever and forever, amen. God forbid we should ever achieve some kind of prelapsarian utopia on earth because then you would have to live your life instead of just complaining about it.

and Jackson didn't know then what he knew now - what it was like to love a child, how you would give your own life in a heartbeat to save theirs, how they were more precious than the most precious thing.

Love of fate?' 'It means acceptance. Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced, I suppose.

Gwendolen wondered how long her money would last if she moved into a hotel and lived a sybaritic life. Not long, probably. Wasn't this how the devil caught you? You travelled in a cream Hispano-Suiza and shrank from the idea of returning to the omnibus.

she had never been pregnant, never been a mother or a wife, and it was only when she realized that it was too late, that it could never be, that she understood what it was that she had lost.

man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams." RALPH WALDO EMERSON, Nature

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage.

She allowed the hum and buzz of the park to lullaby her. Life wasn't about becoming, was it? It was about being. Dr Kellet would have approved this thought. And everything was ephemeral, yet everything was eternal, she thought sleepily.

Daddy said he would rather we were alive and cowards than dead and heroes.

What does it matter what people do? At the end of the day we're all dead.

What's life worth if you can't have some fun?