| Amount of texts to »life« | 141, and there are 135 texts (95.74%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 111 Characters |
| Average Rating | 3.652 points, 23 Not rated texts |
| First text | on May 19th 2000, 10:15:44 wrote Pat about life |
| Latest text | on Nov 1st 2015, 09:10:02 wrote carolyn stewart about life |
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(overall: 23) |
on Feb 26th 2003, 15:37:29 wrote
on Jun 16th 2005, 02:47:25 wrote
on Aug 3rd 2008, 16:34:30 wrote |
Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.
(George Bernard Shaw)
I wonder what it was in Emily Dickinson's life that made her think that parting partook of heaven – especially if she was talking about the final parting of death, which I assume she was.
For me, another great poet, Goethe, was nearer the mark, when he said that we must always be careful – for every parting with those we love contains within it the seeds of madness....
»Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what HAVE you had?«
Henry James
The Ambassadors
Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.
(Eleanor Roosevelt)
When it comes time to cash in that Ninth Life, I hope I will be in the sea. Man is a fish in exile. To become part of a kaleidoscopically dazzling coral reef certainly seems preferable to becoming food for worms in a city cemetery or burning in a crematory oven for an hour and a half.
Some say life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
(Ruth Rendell)
LIFE! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met,
I own to me 's a secret yet.
But this I know, when thou art fled,
Where'er they lay these limbs, this head,
No clod so valueless shall be
As all that then remains of me.
---------- Anna Lætitia Barbauld. 1743–1825
I'm still not sure about the meaning of life. Fortunately, this is not a graded essay!
Life does not cease to be funny when people die
any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.
George Bernard Shaw
Living on earth is expensive, but it does include a free trip around the sun.
Is there any intelligent life on earth?
Yes, but I am only visiting.
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