Life Is Quotes
It’s strange,” Moominmamma thought. “Strange that people can be sad, and even angry because life is too easy. But that’s the way it is, I suppose. The only thing to do is to start life afresh.
Life doesn't have a neat beginning and a tidy end; life is always going on. You should begin in the middle and end in the middle, and it should be all there.
Life has its rhythm and we have ours. They're designed to coexist in harmony, so that when we do what is ours to do and otherwise let life be, we garner acceptance and serenity.
As to the rest, I am no more guilty of imitating 'real life' than'real life' is responsible for plagiarizing me.
The only thing you can do with your life is give it away. The best, happiest moments in your life are always when you're giving something away.
I don't like driving very much. That makes me very unhappy, because I scream a lot in the car, but other than that, life is actually pretty good.
The most important thing in life is not to capitalize on your successes-any fool can do that. The really important thing is to profit from your mistakes.
Man's life is thought, And he, despite his terror, cannot cease Ravening through century after century, Ravening, raging, and uprooting that he may come Into the desolation of reality.
Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done.
Most friendship is faining, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly. This life is most jolly.
This day I breathed first: time is come round, And where I did begin there shall I end; My life is run his compass.
The act of voting is one opportunity for us to remember that our whole way of life is predicated on the capacity of ordinary people to judge carefully and well.
Life is like riding a bicycle. If you want to stay balanced you've got to keep moving forward.
For forms of faith let graceless zealots fight; his can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
I see what happens when one gets very attached to material things. That's just not what my life is.
Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.
In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only the exuberance of action.
One life is but a single act. One body - a garment. One century - a day. One task - an experience. One triumph - an acquisition. One death - a breath of renovation.
When we're young we have a very clear vision of how life is supposed to be, and it all seems very neatly packaged.
One of the big tensions in my life is that I have known the stresses of financial hardship since I was a little kid, and it is the cancer for which I am seeking a cure.
It's a good thing babies don't give you a lot of time to think. You fall in love with them and when you realize how much they love you back, life is very simple.
Liberalism is part of a religious disorder that demands a belief that life is controllable.
Life is so urgent and necessitates living slow. It's only the amateurs-and that I've been, and it's been ugly-who thinks slow and urgent are contradictory.
Matter is, in its constituent elements, the same as spirit; existence is one, however manifold in its phenomena; life is one, however multiform in its evolution.
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf
The work which is manipulated looks a little boring to me. I think life is pretty strange anyway. It is wooo, wooo, wooo!
Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence - the act of love, for instance; music, for instance.
A disciple asked, "Who is a Master?" The Master replied, "Anyone to whom it is given to let go of the ego. Such a person's life is then a masterpiece.
Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream.
