Life Quotes

“If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”

“The life which we live is but a small part of the real life.”

“Life is a foreign language: all men mispronounce it.”

“Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.”

“Yes, I will try to be. Because I believe that not being is arrogant.”

“Life is the hyphen between matter and spirit.”

“We all have a living and a dying coming to us and in between there's bound to be grief to balance the joy. But the why and wherefore passeth human understanding. That's just the way the Lord's got it arranged.”

“O God, I pray that not too much of calm be mine, but one day let the maddened rush of waters break against my soul.”

“In life we are all rolling stock running on the rails of Destiny, and if we fail to stop when flagged by Fate we miss our freight. On Life's railroad there is only one set of rails and no turntable. But why turn back; the scene improves as we travel onward; or we appreciate it better; that is, those who keep their eyes to the window. But there are some who would rather sleep than peep, and some who are so occupied with their ingrown eyebrows, their over-investments and under-devestments, the price of lead-headed eye-teeth, and the fate of the fat, that they are blind to the beauty of Being. Life should be like a train — eager, pressing forward as if bent on keeping a tryst with Time round the next bend; taking the grades sturdily, and running to Time.... A train is life in little, existence on distance, a fleeting thought, and a forward move.”

“Why do I not sink down with unending despair? Yesterday I walked the Earth like the shell of a man: For neither in the world was good nor yet in myself... Only a dark fret of dead days flicked me. Now morning breaks with rain, And I am closed like a withering thing in grayness... Why do I not sink down in unending despair? Is it I that was once a seed and shall soon be dust? Is not life two silences divided by one brief suffering? The two ends of a century know me not: Unborn, then dead, they find me... Yet do I not sink down... For life is a golden wind of wine, And it blows through me, and drunk with its glory My heart forgets the dark.”

“I am in the firing line, in the front ranks. I have elected to be in the fire and the smoke, in the Battle of Being.”

“The price of youth — the price of youth is age; The price — the price of joy is pain. And disenchantment is the price of love. And Life — the price of Life is Death.”