Just for the sake of amusement, ask each passenger to tell you his story, and if you find a single one who hasn't often cursed his life, who hasn't told himself he's the most miserable man in the world, you can throw me overboard head first.
Joy said she hadn't really understood the meaning of life until Tyffanie had come along, but now she understood it perfectly. Well, great, I felt like saying. Make sure you share the news with Plato and Kierkegaard and all those other philosophers who'd banged their heads against the wall, trying to figure things out.
It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life.
My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn't want to cause any unhappiness now-in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn't here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.
Life's a shit sandwich, my ass. Life's a polka and don't you forget it!
It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion.
I don't just want a piece of you and a piece of your life. Even if you were able, which you are not, to give me the biggest piece, that is not what I want. I want all of you and all of every part of you and your day.
She preferred to get high on life.
Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!
Life takes a bit of time and a lot of relationship.
Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
Life on a lifeboat isn't much of a life. It is like an end game in chess, a game with few pieces. The elements couldn't be more simple, nor the stakes higher.
So when you look at Jesus and it appears that he's flying he really is...flying. But what you are actually seeing is me my life in him. That's how he lives and acts as a true human how every human is designed to live-out of my life.
The small pulse of the life within me and the great heart of th city around me seemed to be sinking in unison.
My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.
Why do children love to hide and seek? Ask any person who has a passion to explore and discover and create. The choice to hide so many wonders from you is an act of love that is a gift inside the process of life.
It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the foundation of early races.
The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other.
And then he felt the misery of his life.
That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.
When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival.
Art is merely the refuge which the ingenious have invented, when they were supplied with food and women, to escape the tediousness of life.
When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.
When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling.
But Philip was impatient with himself; he called to mind his idea of the pattern of life: the unhappiness he had suffered was no more than part of a decoration which was elaborate and beautiful; he told himself strenuously that he must accept with gaiety everything, dreariness and excitement, pleasure and pain, because it added to the richness of the design.
And so I told myself to take that one. Because Father said clocks slay time. He said time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. The hands were extended, slightly off the horizontal at a faint angle, like a gull tilting into the wind.
Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they've known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? ... The answer is the same the world over: people move in the hope of a better life.
His death had been as futile as his life. He died ingloriously, of a stupid disease, failing once more, even at the end, to accomplish anything.
Bad health is the primary reason for all life. Created by disease, within putrefaction, into decay
All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words.