For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. -Fr. Alfred D'Souza.
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Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
The first half of our lives is ruined by our parents and the second half by our children.
The first half of our lives is ruined by our parents and the second half by our children.
The closing years of life are like a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
The closing years of life are like a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is the example of the external seductiveness of life.
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is the example of the external seductiveness of life.
It's not your blue blood, your pedigree or your college degree. It's what you do with your life that counts.
It's not your blue blood, your pedigree or your college degree. It's what you do with your life that counts.
Were it offered to my choice, I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its read more
Were it offered to my choice, I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors have in a second edition to correct some faults in the first.
Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.
Man wants but little here below Nor wants that little long.
Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what read more
Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think.
This strange disease of modern life,
With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
This strange disease of modern life,
With its sick hurry, its divided aims.
