Such - Quotes
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
Someday you`re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You`ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man`s gift and that man`s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things.
Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.
If life in itself were a valuable possession and decidedly preferable to non-existence, the gate need not be occupied by such terrible guards as death and its terrors. But who would persevere in life as it is, if death were less frightful? And who could even so much as endure the thought of death, if life were a joy?
There was never yet an uninteresting life. Such a thing is an impossibility. Inside of the dullest exterior there is a drama, a comedy, and a tragedy.
There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.
I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it`s such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her.
God [...] made men and women smart enough to land on the moon but stupid enough to have to learn there was no such thing as forever.
I do not fear death. I fear suffering. And I fear old age, though less so now that I am witnessing the tranquil and pleasant old age of my father. I am afraid of frailty, and of the absence of love. But death does not alarm me. It did not scare me when I was young, and I thought at the time that this was because it was such a remote prospect. But now, at sixty, the fear has yet to arrive. I love life, but life is also struggle, suffering, pain. I think of death as akin to a well-earned rest.
There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are interesting monologues, that is all.
I consider that a man`s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose.
Love is such a little word, but oh the power it holds,
The hearts that it has broken, the lies that it has told...