She had the distinct impression that something was beginning and something was ending; there were just so many days like this left to them. Before they knew it, time would speed up and the future would appear on a street corner or in a park, and there they'd be, grown women who'd forgotten how long a summer could last.

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

For her life, like human life everywhere on the planet, had speeded up and speeded up until peace was rarely possible. Always there was movement, noise, inevitable and constant distraction [. ...] a madness had seized the earth. The madness of speed. As if to speed things up meant to actually go somewhere. And where, after all, was there to go? The present is all there ever is, no matter how much you lean forward or back.

El tiempo se mueve despacio, pero pasa deprisa.

We have to realize that our lives could be gone in a moment. There are no guarantees that we will be here at this time next year. Learn to live each day to the fullest. Don't complain. Don't focus on what's wrong. Be grateful for the opportunity to experience each day.

Cancer is such a wake-up call to remind us how high the cosmic stakes really are and how short and brief and frail life really is.

Life is not dated merely by years. Events are sometimes the best calendars.

Brief life is here our portion.

The early Christian rules of life were not made to last, because the early Christians did not believe that the world itself was going to last.

Nothing is so fickle and uncertain as popularity. It is here today and gone tomorrow. It is a sandy foundation, and sure to fail those who build upon it.

Life is not too short... we just wait too long to begin it.

Live in such a way as, when you come to die, you will wish to have lived. [Ger., Lebe, wie Du, wenn du stirbst, Wunschen wirst, gelebt zu haben.]