Quotes About Life

Hell of a life. Damned if you do and damned if you don't. Puts a man in one confounded bind, I'd say." McMurphy

Senki se egy nagy csoda, és mégis az van, hogy mindenki a másik rágásával-szapulásával tölti a java életét.

While his relaxed, good-natured voice doled out his life for us to live a rollicking past full of kid fun and drinking buddies and loving women and barroom battles over meager honors-for all of us to dream ourselves into.

Our thermosed lives are, at best nine-tenths of the time padded by vacuum and sealed by silvered silicon, but, for all their artificiality, we are generally able to find means for unstoppering them now and then, and enjoy at least some portion of addlepated freedom.

Hell of a life. Damned if you do and damned if you don't. Puts a man in one confounded bind, I'd say.

He said, What can you pay for the way a man lives? He said, What can you pay for what a man is? They didn't understand.

I can't help it. I was born a miscarriage. I had so many insults I died. I was born dead. I can't help it. I'm tired. I'm give out trying. You got chances. I had so many insults I was born dead. You got it easy. I was born dead an' life was hard. I'm tired. I'm tired out talking and standing up. I been dead fifty-five years.

Es posible que no comprendiera por qué seguíamos sin poder reír, pero sabía que es imposible ser fuerte si se es incapaz de ver el lado cómico de las cosas. De hecho, se esforzaba tanto por encontrarle ese lado cómico a la vida que empezaba a preguntarme si estaría ciego a su otro aspecto, si tal vez era incapaz de comprender por qué la risa se nos atravesaba en el estómago.

Porque sabe que es preciso reírse de las cosas para mantener el equilibrio, para impedir que el mundo acabe enloqueciéndote. Sabe que las cosas tienen su lado triste [...], pero no quiere que el dolor empañe el humor, lo mismo que no permitiría que el humor empañase el dolor.

uboga siedziba mej zmarnowanej mlodosci.

The big, hard body had a tough grip on life. It fought a long time against having it taken away, flailing and thrashing around so much I finally had to lie full length on top of it and scissor the kicking legs with mine while I mashed the pillow into the face. I lay there on top of the body for what seemed days.

I understand perfectly; it's like the madman who goes over Niagara Falls in a coffee can because that's as good a way as any to get dead." "That's right," I tell him, knowing he don't understand it at all—that it's more because it's as good a way as any to stay alive. . . .

Io so soltanto questo: nessuno è perfetto, in primo luogo, e a me sembra che tutti quanti impieghino la loro esistenza dilaniando il prossimo.

And the redwinged blackbirds sing in the budding greengage plumtree.

A guy sitting in the room someplace I can't see is talking about a guy up on Disturbed that killing himself. Old Rawler. Cut both nuts off and bled to death, sitting right on the can in the latrine, half a dozen people in there with him didn't know it till he fell off to the floor, dead. What makes people so impatient is what I can't figure; all the guy had to do was wait.

I was born dead. Not you. You wasn't born dead. Ahhhh, it's been hard...

He had come to life for maybe a minute to try to tell us something, something none of us cared to listen or understand, and the effort had drained him dry.

As Wittgenstein said, "If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.

Anytime a sage displays humanness—in regard to money, food, sex, relationships—we are shocked, shocked, because we are planning to escape life altogether, not live it, and the sage who lives life offends us.

Aun en el caso de que usted aporte su propia interpretación individual sobre Hamlet —lo cual es absolutamente correcto—, esa interpretación estará arraigada en las realidades y los contextos de su vida real. ¡En cualquier caso, el hecho es que la interpretación no es algo meramente arbitrario!

Man lives on earth not once, but three times: the first stage of his life is continual sleep; the second, sleeping and waking by turns; the third, waking forever.

One has to die to the separate self in oder to find the universal Self or God […] as the mystics everywhere have repeatedly told us, it is only in accepting death that real life is found. (A Universe within, p. 79)

On a day like this, I can't imagine anything better that might happen in a person's life than for them to start paying attention to birds—to become aware of this magical world that exists all around us, unnoticed by many but totally captivating for those who know its secrets. This kind of spring day, with its bountiful myriads of colorful sprites just arrived from tropical shores, has to be one of the greatest gifts of life on Earth.

BAD LUCK on the road can last only so long; then you die, or your luck improves.