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 so complicated a game that the devices of skill were liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistle-down.
Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free.
Life was never anything but a perpetual see-saw between gravity and jest.
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 meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.
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 always a matter of waiting for the right moment to act.[A vida era uma questão de esperar sempre a hora certa para agir. ]
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.
