Quotes
Quotes about Life
This house is to be let for life or years;
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears.
Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
She must be dearly let, or let alone.
Oh, the gallant fisher's life!
It is the best of any;
'T is full of pleasure, void of strife,
And 't is beloved by many.
And on the Tree of Life,
The middle tree and highest there that grew,
Sat like a cormorant.
To know
That which before us lies in daily life
Is the prime wisdom.
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
Live well: how long or short permit to heaven.
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
By labour and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should not willingly let it die.
A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.
Life that dares send
A challenge to his end,
And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!
His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I 'm sure, was in the right.
Thus would I double my life's fading space;
For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
Man's life is like unto a winter's day,--
Some break their fast and so depart away;
Others stay dinner, then depart full fed;
The longest age but sups and goes to bed.
O reader, then behold and see!
As we are now, so must you be.
Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch
Till the white-wing'd reapers come!
When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best, but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.
So softly death succeeded life in her,
She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.
When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
'T is not for nothing that we life pursue;
It pays our hopes with something still that's new.
Of no distemper, of no blast he died,
But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,--
Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner.
Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years,
Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;
Till like a clock worn out with eating time,
The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.
Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore called the staff of life.
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
I 've often wish'd that I had clear,
For life, six hundred pounds a year;
A handsome house to lodge a friend;
A river at my garden's end;
A terrace walk, and half a rood
Of land set out to plant a wood.
Bread is the staff of life.
