Quotes on What Is Life

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.

Everyone - pantheist, atheist, skeptic, polytheist - has to answer these questions: 'Where did I come from? What is life's meaning? How do I define right from wrong and what happens to me when I die?' Those are the fulcrum points of our existence.

I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It's all a question of how I view my life.

And what is life? God manifested in the material plane. For it is in Him that we live and move and have our being.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive

What is life but a series of inspired follies.

What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn’t come every day.

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...including our perception. Of it

What is life without incompatible realities?

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!

What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.

How do we get out of our small mind? When we enquire into the core of our existence. What is life? Who am I? This spirit of self-inquiry can awaken something inside you.

What is life when you come to think upon it, but a most excellent, accurately set, infinitely complicated machine for turning fat playful puppies into old mangy blind dogs, and proud war horses into skinny nags, and succulent young boys, to whom the world holds great delights and terrors, into old weak men, with running eyes, who drink ground rhino-horn?

The reason why life is a sleep & dream for most people is because their awareness is caught up with past or future & not with what is.

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

Fill what is empty, empty what is full, and scratch where it itches.

Become major, Paul. Live like a hero. That's what the classics teach us. Be a main character. Otherwise what is life for?