All Quotes By Tag: Living
“Self-assurance reassures others and reassures yourself.”
“Greatness means setting out to make some difference somewhere to someone in someplace.”
“Focus on how far you have come in liferather than looking at the accomplishments of others.”
“Our lives shall be better if, we heed to the pure words of God.”
“I dont celebrate any friendship that was build on hate, because we share the common enemy.”
“If you have influence on other people. Dont be influenced by their hate, money, jealousy, anger and popularity .”
“Children are no longer being parented, but are raised. Thats why they don’t have morals, ethics,humanity and manners, because their parents neglected them. We now live in a society that doesnt care about right or wrong.”
“When people support you when you have done something wrong. It doesnt mean you are right, but it means those people are promoting their hate , bad behavior or living their bad lives through you.”
“Never justify someones wrong action, without them apologizing first & admitting their wrongs. If you do. You are not making them better, but you are making them worse on the bad things they do.”
“LeisureWhat is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare? —No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows.No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skies at night.No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance.No time to wait till her mouth canEnrich that smile her eyes began.A poor life this if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.”
“Live life while you have it; the fact that you have it is highly improbable, the fact that you will lose it is guaranteed.”
“I Have Loved Hours at SeaI have loved hours at sea, gray cities,The fragile secret of a flower,Music, the making of a poemThat gave me heaven for an hour;First stars above a snowy hill,Voices of people kindly and wise,And the great look of love, long hidden,Found at last in meeting eyes.I have loved much and been loved deeply—Oh when my spirit’s fire burns low,Leave me the darkness and the stillness,I shall be tired and glad to go.”
“THE BARROW In this high field strewn with stones I walk by a green mound, Its edges sheared by the plough. Crumbs of animal bone Lie smashed and scattered round Under the clover leaves And slivers of flint seem to grow Like white leaves among green. In the wind, the chestnut heaves Where a man’s grave has been. Whatever the barrow held Once, has been taken away: A hollow of nettles and dock Lies at the centre, filled With rain from a sky so grey It reflects nothing at all. I poke in the crumbled rock For something they left behind But after that funeral There is nothing at all to find. On the map in front of me The gothic letters pick out Dozens of tombs like this, Breached, plundered, left empty, No fragments littered about Of a dead and buried race In the margins of histories. No fragments: these splintered bones Construct no human face, These stones are simply stones. In museums their urns lie Behind glass, and their shaped flints Are labelled like butterflies. All that they did was die, And all that has happened since Means nothing to this place.Above long clouds, the skiesTurn to a brilliant redAnd show in the water’s faceOne living, and not these dead.” — Anthony Thwaite, from The Owl In The Tree”
“If life is worth living for so is it worth dying.”