Life Quotes - Page 453

Life deceives everyone except the individual who doesn't contemplate it, the individual who demands nothing from it, the individual who serenely accepts its few gifts and serenely makes the most of them.

We all love guarantees in life.

What I am thinking and doing day by day is resistlessly shaping my future, — a future in which there is no expiation except through my own better conduct. No one can save me. No one can live my life for me. It is mine for better or for worse. If I am wise, I shall begin to-day by the simplest and most natural of all processes to build my own truer and better world from within.

Walking is man's best medicine.

My whole life I've been trying to prove people wrong. I ended up beating everything.

Words can not express the joy of new life.

As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

You don't need the fame to be vital.

Immortal mortals, mortal immortals, one living the others death and dying the others life.

Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine.

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!

When life hands you a lemon, say, 'Oh yeah, I like lemons! What else ya got?

Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning.

Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.

Getting ahead cannot be the only motive that motivates people. You have to imagine what a good life is.

Much violence is based on the illusion that life is a property to be defended and not to be shared.

Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind.

Life is an exciting business, and most exciting when it is lived for others.

I'd say to anyone trying to break into the business: Don't just be interested in movies. Be interested in life. Be a person. Be in touch.

Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.

You have only one life, and no one else will live it for you. Shouldn't you take the time right now to figure out what that life is all about?

Stress is the spice of life.

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.

My life is a suitcase. I am the traveling Mexican.

Finally, the lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.