We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.

Life is like an onion. Why is life like an onion? Because you peel away layer after layer and when read more

Life is like an onion. Why is life like an onion? Because you peel away layer after layer and when you come to the end you have nothing.

While we are postponing, life speeds by.

While we are postponing, life speeds by.

The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.

The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure very much.

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure very much.

The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell read more

The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over.

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.

Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.

Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away