Life

Everyone person Born as human , But Not everyone die as Human.

The ultimate indignity is to be given a bedpan by a stranger who calls you by your first name.

You have to sound sad first of all, then maybe later you can sound good.

We, all who live, haveA life that is livedAnd another life that is thought,And the only life we haveIt's the one that is dividedIn right or wrong.

Live in Thorns but always enchant the hearts with your fragrance.

There is more to life than working for money.

Parfois, écrire se rapproche de la chute libre : vos doigts s'agitent sur le clavier comme vos jambes dans le vide.

But, ladies and gentlemen, we will also be asked to make sacrifices in matters that are not our affair and that do not concern us, sacrifices that would leave our people bleeding or wounded, or even dead, from battle. There is no equality for us in this lifetime.

My life. My choice. Live life only once. So to hell with the world.

Humans are about to grasp basic substances of all creations. When that moment comes, life or death are no longer matters.

Error sometimes supplies the surprise that makes life interesting.

I had one elegantly folded cookie—a short paper nerve baked in an ear.

It may be that we’re not seeing the wonder in life because all we’re doing is wondering how we’re going to survive life.

A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle.

Rock 'n' Roll, no roses or gardening.

I didn't know the answers, but I could feel that the things that gave life meaning came from a place within and from the nurturing of values like tolerance, charity, and community.

And the fact was that he remembered once thinking that he was fine with dying anywhere at any time… but now, gazing at each corpse in turn, he thought with all his heart, I’m glad I didn’t die there. I have to go home. I’ve still got things to do.

Feel wonderful because life is nothing but the most beautiful journey.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

For he was the Fool now, all of Lord Chance and Lady Amber and Lord Golden scraped away by sorrow. He was no one's Beloved now.