Quotes
Quotes about Life
Life! we 've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'T is hard to part when friends are dear,--
Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime
Bid me "Good morning."
The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time.
We hold these truths to be self-evident,--that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line,--by deeds, not years.
O Life! how pleasant is thy morning,
Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
We frisk away,
Like schoolboys at th' expected warning,
To joy and play.
O life! thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To wretches such as I!
To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,--
That is the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.
The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again.
If you choose to represent the various parts in life by holes upon a table, of different shapes,--some circular, some triangular, some square, some oblong,--and the persons acting these parts by bits of wood of similar shapes, we shall generally find that the triangular person has got into the square hole, the oblong into the triangular, and a square person has squeezed himself into the round hole. The officer and the office, the doer and the thing done, seldom fit so exactly that we can say they were almost made for each other.
I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life.
A simple child
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
That best portion of a good man's life,--
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life.
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee!
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Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart:
So didst thou travel on life's common way
In cheerful godliness.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
Thus aged men, full loth and slow,
The vanities of life forego,
And count their youthful follies o'er,
Till Memory lends her light no more.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
'T is not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
Who that hath ever been
Could bear to be no more?
Yet who would tread again the scene
He trod through life before?
The nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
