Quotes About Life

Hath not old custom made this life more sweetThan that of painted pomp? Are not these woodsMore free from peril than the envious court?

Third Fisherman:… Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.First Fisherman: Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land the great ones eat up the little ones.

They are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.

Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more!Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep,Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die.

I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live must die,Passing through nature to eternity.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

How oft when men are at the point of deathHave they been merry!

Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast;Ready with every nod to tumble downInto the fatal bowels of the deep.

There is a history in all men's lives.

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.

For the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.

There's place and means for every man alive.

I love a ballad in print, a-life, for then we are sure they are true.

You take my house when you do take the propThat doth sustain my house; you take my lifeWhen you do take the means whereby I live.

I wish you joy of the worm.

She that herself will sliver and disbranchFrom her material sap, perforce must witherAnd come to deadly use.

Unkindness may do much;And his unkindness may defeat my life,But never taint my love.

Sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;And after summer evermore succeedsBarren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

I would fain die a dry death.