Quotes
Quotes about Life
Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours For one lone soul another lonely soul, Each choosing each through all the weary hours, And meeting strangely at one sudden goal, Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, Into one beautiful and perfect whole; And life's long night is ended, and the way Lies open onward to eternal day.
I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.
Why love if losing hurts so much⦠I have no answers anymoreâ¦only the life I have lived⦠The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.
This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected- in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
I have you. A lover and a friend. You are everything I need. You are the sun, the air I breathe. Without you, life wouldn't be the same. Please don't ever go away. And if you go, then don't forget to take me with you.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and be loved is the greatest happiness of existence. Thanks to Stace -Sydney Smith.
The secret of love is seeking variety in your life together, and never letting routine chords dull the melody of your romance. -Unknown love quote.
What most people need to learn in life is how to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things. -Unknown love quote.
Trouble is part of your life - if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough. K Knight -Dinah Shore.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident. -Sir Hugh Walpoe.
I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire.
A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.
There's something in't More than my father's skill, which was the great'st Of his profession, that his good receipt Shall for my legacy be sanctified By th' luckiest stars in heaven; and would your honor But give me leave to thy success, I'd venture The well-lost life of mine on his grace's cure By such a day and hour.
Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: "Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries."
