Quotes About Life

If the land of our fathers
stabs us like adders
are we still obliged to love it,
to nod our assent to its blind conceit,
and cultivate patriotism
in a loveless acre
massed with rocks?

Why do the faithful shrink
From the embrace
Of “eternal bliss”?

Why would they rather cling
To the flesh
Even by the thinnest shred
Of their crumbling skin?

What gives
Such honeyed taste
To earthly life?

Fame from wealth and power departs with wealth and power;
Fame from art and virtue endures the eternal hour.

The fear of death does not make a Methuselah,
Nor does the love of life or its taking.

Why do the faithful shrink
From the embrace
Of “eternal bliss”?

Why would they rather cling
To the flesh
Even by the thinnest shred
Of their crumbling skin?

What gives
Such honeyed taste
To earthly life?

Fools, thinking they can see tomorrow,
Ignore today the wrongful paths they follow,
Ignore as well the shadows cast
By their dark and crooked past.

Those who build in the heart live in the heart.
Those who build in the mind live in the mind.
And though they pass on, they never die.

If the hope of eternal bliss does not annul
The pain of bereavement, wherefore, then,
Does death not sting or is grave not victorious at all –
Over us: as yet the earthbound, mortal sons of men?

Life is a fraction of others and yourself. It's up to you how much part would you give to yourself.

The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears

In their desperate ways some kings are sure
To invoke corruption to besmear the pure.

If the promise of resurrection does not void
The agony of separation with our loved
Ones, why, then, must we – mere mortals – avoid
Admitting grave’s victory over us and our beloved?

Love is a rational expression between you and other.... The other is the numerator and you are the denominator. The larger you give value to the denominator, the lesser the value of the expression.

Call no man foe but never love a stranger

Truth is piety, piety truth.

Is a sting effaced by a pain that proves to be brief?
Or a victory not its kind for being short-lived?

All is ephemeral--fame and the famous as well

Fools die and praise their fatherland in vain
Or extol a vain throne while they suffer pain.

Is a sting effaced by a pain that proves to be brief?
Or a victory not its kind for being short-lived?

I never wanted to be famous. I only wanted to be great.

Patriotism is our taking care
To paint things as they are,
To not misname a spade,
And not shout of gloom, and flare,
When there’s just a shade.

Brief may be the earthly span of our grief;
Does that belie their anguish who have grieved?

Who steals a crown should humbly bear the blame
If his rule defames his people’s name.
They have a right to frown
At a king whose reign does not deserve acclaim,
And rise to seize their crown.

Time does not heal wounds inflicted with forethought.

It’s who steers a ship that wrecks its trip.
Where goes the shepherd there will go the sheep.

Hiroshima was the harvest of death that forced
A dead-end on the Holocaust,
Proving that even “evil” can serve the “good” end
Of those who prove to be its friend?

If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded

It’s who steers a ship that wrecks its trip.
Where goes the shepherd there will go the sheep.

Time may seem to wait for the coy lady
Even as it hastens on, or is gone already.

There is a very fine line between loving life and being greedy for it