Quotes about Life
I like a man who's good, but not too good - for the good die young, and I hate a dead one.
— Mae West
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
— Mae West
Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth and the soul requires inward restfulness to attain its full height.
— Mahatma Gandhi
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.
— Mahatma Gandhi
This life in us; however low it flickers or fiercely burns, is still a divine flame which no man dare presume to put out, be his motives never so humane and enlightened; To suppose otherwise is to countenance a death-wish; Either life is always and in all circumstances sacred, or intrinsically of no account; it is inconceivable that it should be in some cases the one, and in some the other
— Malcolm Muggeridge
I can say that I never knew what joy was like until I gave up pursuing happiness, or cared to live until I chose to die. For these two discoveries I am beholden to Jesus.
— Malcolm Muggeridge
This horror of pain is a rather low instinct and... if I think of human beings I've known and of my own life, such as it is, I can't recall any case of pain which didn't, on the whole, enrich life.
— Malcolm Muggeridge
Every happening, great and small, is a parable whereby God speaks to us, and the art of life is to get the message.
— Malcolm Muggeridge
In the end, coming to faith remains for all a sense of homecoming, of picking up the threads of a lost life, of responding to a bell that had long been ringing, of taking a place at a table that had long been vacant.
— Malcolm Muggeridge
I beg you to believe that life is not a process, it's a drama
— Malcolm Muggeridge
In the solitary farmhouse of the hills there was a great joy in life, much tenderness, and much hope.
— Marcel Pagnol
Immortal amarant, a flower which once In paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream: With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks.
— John Milton