There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?
Life is a child playing round your feet, a tool you hold firmly in your grip, a bench you sit down upon in the evening, in your garden.
Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.
Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path.
Life is a wonderful thing to talk about, or to read about in history books - but it is terrible when one has to live it.
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.
Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories