Life’s a battlefield – not a picnic!
Life, is scientific, that’s what it is.[said Piggy expansively]
Life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
Life without smoking is like the smoke without the roast.
Life will be too short for people to tell about it.[No les alcanzará la vida para contarlo.]
Life was to these a dream fulfilled, And death a starry night.
Life was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it’s in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
Life was created in the valleys. It blew up onto the hills on the old terrors, the old lusts, the old despairs. That’s why you must walk up the hills so you can ride down.
Life was all about consequences.
Life was a tempest, whether you were a milkmaid or a queen. The queens were simply better at projecting control in the middle of that storm.
Life usually grants us what we are not looking for.
