We come and we cry, and that is life; we yawn and we depart, and
that is death!
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We come and we cry, and that is life; we yawn and we depart, and
that is death!
[Fr., On entre, on crie,
Et c'est la vie!
On baille, on sort,
Et c'est la mort!]

I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven read more

I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.

For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in read more

For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.

This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.

This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.

St. Teresa of Avila described our life in this world as like a night at a second-class hotel.

St. Teresa of Avila described our life in this world as like a night at a second-class hotel.

Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.

Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.

Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued read more

Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.