Quotes About Life

As for happy…The pursuit of happiness may be written into our Declaration of Independence, but that only means our founding fathers were hopelessly sentimental. You don't pursue happiness. You pursue everything you need to have a fulfilled life, and then, if you achieve it, you'll be happy some of the time. The rest of the time, you'll be content. One can't sustain happiness forever.

So, I guess you'll be moving on, then? she said. Got thing to do? Places to be? Daniel winced. Corey lifted his brows. Rafe only sputtered a laugh. Well, at least you didn't say you're sorry to see me alive.

No one on their deathbed ever wished they spent more time in the office.

But I didn't put it back on after the Porters. It isn't a crisis of faith. I'm not sure I ever had faith, not the way Mom does. Mine is more like Dad's - I believe there is a God, and I believe in honoring Him, but I'm not sure how much of a role He plays in our lives, and I don't blame Him for that, because it's up to us, isn't it? It's up to us to say we'll be a good person because that's what we believe is right, not because it'll earn us a better place in the next life.

Women expect this. It doesn't mean we tolerate it, but it is a fact of our lives.

Annie used to have a motorcycle, he said, and she'd taught him to ride it. He also knew how to hot-wire one. I wasn't asking how. Like I said, his life experience wasn't ours.

And if it's not fake, if it's all real, this fun, these friends, this life, then that's even worse, isn't it?

We're reminders that people shouldn't feel too smug. That what you think you own, you don't. That life can change just like that." Fadwa snapped her fingers.

Todos perdemos. Todos amamos y todos perdemos y todos seguimos amando de todas maneras.

Immortals must always give humans one thing! Either fear and terror! Or beauty!!

it's life... In all its granite hardness.

He was in his mid-thirties, with a posture that suggested a hundred.

time doesn't pass. We pass.

There's always been books. All my bedraggled life, they've been the only constant. Even Sutton, my closest friend, had exclaimed, "What's with the fucking reading, man? You used to be a guard, for christsakes." Which is Irish logic at its finest. I'd said to him then and umpteen times since, "Reading transports me.

He had been granted his life's wish-but conditionally.

A lark, caught in a hunter's net Sang sweeter then than ever, As if the falling melody Might wing and net dissever At dusk the hunter took his prey, The lark his freedom never. All birds and men are sure to die But songs may live forever.

All birds and men are sure to die but songs may live forever.

How terrible, Jack thought, to be old and know that your life has been wasted.

She was wilful, maddening, quarrelsome and intolerant, but somehow these things were trifling: there was a passion inside her that burned like a candle in a lantern, and it lit up his life.

Erik was one of those inadequate people who were so scared by life that they preferred to live under harsh authority, to be told what to do and what to think by a government that allowed no dissent. They were foolish and dangerous, but there were an awful lot of them.

Ishmael was looking at him through narrowed eyes. "This is very important to you, this box." "It's important to the world." Ishmael said: "The sun rises, and the sun sets. Sometimes it rains. We live, then we die." He shrugged. He would never understand, Wolff thought; but others would.

This was her destiny, and it was a fit and proper one. She was not unwilling, but she knew this was a fateful moment, and she had a sense of doors closing behind her and the path of her life being fixed irrevocably.

Monika answered for her father. Giving Walter a conspiratorial grin, she said: "Daddy used to say that if the tsar had been born to a different station in life, he might, with an effort, have become a competent postman.

Ninguem sabia o quanto ela o amava. Amava-o, porque ele a devolvera à vida. Ela vivia como uma lagarta dentro de um casulo, e Jack obrigara-a a sair cá para fora e mostrara-lhe que, afinal, era uma borboleta. (...) acordando o amor que jazia latente no seu coração, teria passado o resto da vida insensível às alegrias e penas do amor.