Quotes About Life

Doctors don't know everything really. They understand matter, not spirit. And you and I live in the spirit.

Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, And when you laugh, laugh like hell, And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

When you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception would be made in my case.

Each book can make a life or a fragment of it more beautiful.

I know you will remember this — that nothing good ever ends. If it did, there would be no people in the world — no life at all, anywhere. And the world is full of people and full of wonderful life.

Cowards are nice, they're interesting, they're gentle, they wouldn't think of shooting down people in a parade from a tower. They want to live, so they can see their kids. They're very brave.

Your real intent should be not to die with weapons uselessly worn at your side.

How you approach birth is intimately connected with how you approach life

We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Literature is a comprehensive essence of the intellectual life of a nation.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.

Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time; for, from this instant,There's nothing serious in mortality, All is but toys; renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

Insensible of mortality, and desperately mortal.

To be or not to be that is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the stings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing them, end them.

Hanging and Riving goes by destiny.

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Men at sometime are the masters of their fate.

Like madness is the glory of this life As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come...

With one auspicious and one dropping eye,With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,In equal scale weighing delight and dole.

A young man married is a man that's marr'd.