Life turns on a dime. Sometimes toward us, but more often it spins away, flirting and flashing as it goes: so long, honey, it was good while it lasted, wasn’t it?
Life teaches us to be less harsh with ourselves and with others.
Life takes us by surprise and orders us to move toward the unknown – even when we don’t want to and when we think we don’t need to.[A vida não é diferente: nos pega desprevenidos, e nos obriga a caminhar para o desconhecido – quando não queremos, quando não precisamos.]
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.
Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.
Life seems to be a process of replacing one anxiety with another and substituting one desire for another – which is not to say that we should never strive to overcome any of our anxieties or fulfil any of our desires, but rather to suggest that we should perhaps build into our strivings an awareness of the way our goals promise us a respite and a resolution that they cannot, by definition, deliver.
Life seems so vulgar, so easily content with the commonplace things of every day, and yet it always nurses and cherishes certain higher claims in secret, and looks about for the means of satisfying them.
Life ought to be a continual education; one must learn everything – from talking to dying.[La vie doit être une éducation incessante, il faut tout apprendre, depuis parler jusqu’à mourir.]
Life must be understood backwards. But they forget the other proposition, that it must be lived forwards.[Livet maa forstaaes baglænds. Men derover glemmer man den anden Sætning, at det maa leves forlænds.]
Life must be studied not from the pluses alone, but from the minuses too.[Жизнь изучается не по одним только плюсам, но и минусам.]
Life must be rich and full of loving – it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.
