When we are treated as enemies by destiny we have a right to endeavor to escape its malignity:
and yet the regulator which determines the result of this balance is entirely within ourselves:
the same sort of life, which reduces one to despair, would fill another with joy, who is placed
in a sphere of less elevated hopes.
Make something beautiful of your life. Be a blessing, not a burden. Bloom wherever you
are planted.
Life is not a neatly arranged series of major events but a process we live everyday.
Nothing has turned out as we expected! It never does. Life's under no obligation to give
us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.
Live all you can. It is a mistake not to. It doesn't matter so much what you do in
particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had?
Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when
people laugh.
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and
absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall
begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
Life is demented enough as it is. Why I haven't gone crazy, I don't know. But sometimes
I wish I were.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop to look around every once in a while you might
miss it.
Books say, "She did this because." Life says, "She did this." Books are where things are
explained to you; life is where things aren't. I'm not surprised that some people prefer books.
Books make sense. The only problem is that the lives they make sense of are other people's lives,
never your own.
There is no life I know that compares to pure imagination.
This is your life, but it isn't.
If I had my life to live over, I would try to make more mistakes. I would relax. I would
climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would pick more daisies. I would have more actual
troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
The game of life is not so much in holding a good hand as playing a poor hand well.
Life is a large sum of complications, when looking at the Universe and how we were made
from the crap left over, it just brings a whole new significance to the question, "What will I
wear tomorrow?"
I learned that the universe is not as it appears. . . you can't trust life. . .
Life's like a box of matches. Sometimes the whole thing catches and all you can do is
watch it burn.
How did I get to be such a mess so early in my life?
We all live with the objective of being happy, our lives are all different and yet the
same.
I laughed and punched him gently and collected my stuff. Then I went home to continue my
life, which had changed a little, as lives do every day, inching by microspecks forward toward
whatever suprises are coming next.
How do you document real life when real life's getting more like fiction each day?
But I won't cry for yesterday. There's an ordinary world some how I have to find. And as
I try to make my way to the ordinary world I will learn to survive.
My goal is not to wake up at forty with a bitter realization that I wasted my life at a
job I hate because I was forced to decide on a career in my teens.
Just when you think tomorrow will never come, it's yesterday.
Like I said, things never turn out exactly the way you planned. Growing up happens in a
heartbeat. One day you're in diapers; next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay
with you for the long haul. I remember a place. . . a town. . . a house like a lot of other
houses. . . A yard like a lot of other yards. . . on a street like a lot of other streets. And
the thing is. . . after all these years, I still look back. . . with wonder.
I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever going to change.
If people are allowed to love life, then they should also be allowed to hate it.
Life still sucks and it always will because all existences are pointless, worthless and
superfluous to all the other existences surrounding them. Even if you find someone special in
your life and see the significance for your own life in their existence take one step back and
you realize that the two of you are existing as one insignificant and superfluous life.
My life had come to a sudden stop. I was able to breathe, to eat, to drink, to sleep. I
could not, indeed, help doing so; but there was no real life in me.
Strange as it may seem, my life is based on a true story.
Can this really be my life, or has there been some mistake?
Oh well, I guess this is just going to be one of those lifetimes.
If ever you should need my life, come and take it.
I think life is really hard sometimes. It's not easy to wake up every day and go through
what you go through. But the beautiful moments that you share with people that you love, or even
experience alone, are worth all of the pain and sorrow. Those moments should be cherished, and I
think that's what music is all about - to remind people of the beautiful moments that are in
everybody's life.
I just want them to feel inspired to live on the planet and not get discouraged with life,
and make sure that they pursue what they feel they ought to. If they want to collect stamps,
make sure they collect stamps 100 percent of the time for 25 years. I think the most important
thing is to try to find work or something that you love, but it's also probably the hardest thing.
Life in general is more generic and less artistic. It's a hard thing to pull your mind away from
the shit and feel positive about where things are going.
Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are
traveling the dark journey with us. Oh, be swift to love, make haste to be kind.
Every person's life is a fairytale written by God's fingers.
What's amazing is when you can feel your life going somewhere, like your life just figured
out how to get good, like, that second.
I have no desire to move mountains, construct monuments, or leave behind in my wake
material evidence of my existence. But, in the final recollection, if the essence of my being
has caused a smile to have appeared upon your face or a touch of joy within your heart, then in
living, I have made my mark.
Life: a cycle. A series of events, meetings, and departures. Friends discovered, others
lost. Precious time wastes away. Big droplet tears are shed for yesterday, but are dried in
time for tomorrow, until all that remain are foggy, broken memories of a happy yesteryear.
My life is full of mistakes. They're like pebbles that make a good road.
Everything causes a scar. Living cause a scar. My mom has this huge scar from having me
- does that mean I should have never been born?
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with
the surealists, searching for the marvelous.
I recommend limiting one's involvement in other people's lives to a pleasantly scant
minimum.
Live in today because your past is not your potential.
Everyone has his day, and some days last longer than others.
I know we all want to sit down. I know you want to take it easy. Of course we're looking
for the good. Of course we're looking for the fresh start.
I take a simple view of life: keep your eyes open and get on with it.
You have no warning when your life's about to change. No clap of thunder. No sign.
Maybe a premonition, a fear, but we're scared most of the time, aren't we? So how do you know
when it means something? How do you know when you're just not being paranoid?
