Quotes About Life

The murderous eagle earns a worthy name.
The vulture eats the dead and dies in blame.

When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.

Sometimes it is wiser to board the 'tolerance ship'
for it sails smoothly throughout the seas of life.

No fraud escapes the searching hands of light.
And falsehoods, sown, germinate in shame.

When the plaudits start to ape a grumble,
And our footings start to drag and stumble,
And glory turns to face a younger age,
It’s time to take a bow and leave the stage.

Peace cannot exist without happiness which cannot exist without freedom which cannot exist without life. Some people fight for freedom and some people die for freedom but what is freedom really... without life...

Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.

It’s not in caution that man’s safety lies
Or in timid silence when he ought to speak.
An end awaits the valiant as the weak.
Even the dumb dies.

At love’s checkerboard of delight
Those who play victim botch the game.

They strain the aqueous world in which we live
And worsen their woes who look back and grieve.

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.

The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears

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.

Call no man foe but never love a stranger

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.

All is ephemeral--fame and the famous as well

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?

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

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?