In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining, May my lot no less fortunate be Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining, And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea; With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn, While I carol away idle sorrow, And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn, Look forward with hope for to-morrow.
Too late is tomorrow's life; live for today.
One only needs two tools in life: WD-40 to make things go, and duct tape to make them stop.
The expectations of life depend upon diligence; the mechanic that would perfect his work must first sharpen his tools.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to dieâwhether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness
The tragedy of life is not that man loses, but that he almost wins.
It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.
There are two tragedies in life: one is to lose your heart's desire, the other is to gain it.
I should like to spend the whole of my life in travelling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home.
One main factor in the upward trend of animal life has been the power of wandering.
Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.
When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or travels.
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and carriages: the object of our search is present with us. [Lat., Coelum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt. Strenua nos exercet inertia, navibus atque Quadrigis petimus bene vivere; quod petis hic est.]
Let observation with extensive view, Survey mankind from China to Peru; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love--and to put its trust in life.
Think truly, and thy thoughts Shall the world's famine feed. Speak truly, and each word of thine Shall be a fruitful seed. Live truly, and thy life shall be A great and noble creed.
What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup. -Boris Pasternak.
Hateful is the power, and pitiable is the life, of those who wish to be feared rather than loved.
Life with Mary was like being in a telephone booth with an open umbrella no matter which way you turned, you got it in the eye.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, through the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don't let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and spark creativity.
These great turning-days of life cast no shadow before, slip by unconsciously. Only a trifle, a little turn of the rudder, and the ship goes to heaven or hell.
To know someone here or there with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of distances or thoughts expressed. That can make life a garden.
The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.
The universe is asymmetric and I am persuaded that life, as it is known to us,is a direct result of the asymmetry of the universe or of its indirect consequences. The universe is asymmetric.