Life

Does't thou love life? Then do not squander time for that is the stuff life is made of.

This is a story of Africa. A pioneer woman's journey north was merely the beginning.

The moment he left the warm sheets and the door clicked shut, I had that feeling you get when you are lost in a strange town at night. I curled into the chair where he had watched me undress and tears wet my cheeks. Then I dried my eyes, I looked in the mirror, and I said these two words. Never again.

One had to be careful with elbows and boys.

You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

If there’s any greater exhibit of the malleability of human nature than the sight of someone standing, absently waiting for the light to change at a deserted intersection, I don’t know what it is.

What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb.'Fear?' he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?'That's big.'Yes. But there's something else.'What else?He leaned forward.'Being forgotten,' he whispered.

Service is one of life's great joys. It's a privilege to be in service. It's a great relief, a gift, to be faced with a job that you know absolutely you must do for the benefit of someone else. As long as you give yourself to it. You don't need to worry about anything but doing that job well, and the satisfaction, when you do, is very beautiful.

I like to wake up each morning feeling a new man.

Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice.I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d reallylike to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.

Her betrothed is a lout, her father is a boor; and now her brother is trailing around looking like a thunderstorm about to burst. Men are not sensible creatures.''Thank you,' said Robin.

Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon.

I am a cypher...I carry no weight, no worth, no influence. I represent nothing. I do not exist.

What are we doing, burying bodies?' Admittedly, this would be a lace to do it. Isolated, off any main roads.'Nope. We're going to war.

You know what he taught me? He taught me to feel more. He taught me to give myself over to feelings. And now that's all I have. I'm swamped by them. I can't breathe because I feel so damn much.

Life in a prison cell may well be compared to Advent; one waits, hopes, and does this, that, or the other- things that are of no real consequence- the door is shut, and can be opened only from the outside.',Letters from Prison - November 21, 1943.

When you have had nothing most of your life, you learn to appreciate the small things in life. The real challenge is appreciating the small things in life as you start to acquire material things and amassing wealth.Jim Robinson.

I feel like I’m going to die,’ he says.‘Could we talk for a few minutes before you die?’‘Only if you do it quietly.’‘I met this girl last night. I need your advice.’‘Come back later.’‘No. You might be dead.

You're safer in the race car than you are in cars going to and from the track.

I was born to end up alone.