Quotes About Life

I wish I could have known earlier that you have all the time you'll need right up to the day you die.

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

The best portion of a good man's life - his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!

Fair seedtime had my soul, and I grew upFostered alike by beauty and by fear.

O joy! that in our embersIs something that doth live,That nature yet remembersWhat was so fugitive!

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

That best portion of a good man's life,His little, nameless, unremembered actsOf kindness and of love.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,But to be young was very heaven!

While with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy,We see into the life of things.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The soul that rises with us, our life's star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar:Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory do we comeFrom God, who is our home:Heaven lies about us in our infancy!Shades of the prison-house begin to closeUpon the growing boy.

'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!

The unimaginable touch of Time.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. The soul that rises with us, our life's star, hath had elsewhere its setting, and comet from afar: not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.

The best portion of a good man's life is his little nameless, unencumbered acts of kindness and of love.

The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions.

Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...