| Amount of texts to »life« | 141, and there are 135 texts (95.74%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
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| Average Rating | 3.652 points, 23 Not rated texts |
| First text | on May 19th 2000, 10:15:44 wrote Pat about life |
| Latest text | on Nov 1st 2015, 09:10:02 wrote carolyn stewart about life |
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on Aug 9th 2008, 13:01:56 wrote
on Sep 1st 2005, 04:31:03 wrote
on Sep 10th 2001, 02:47:29 wrote |
When it comes time to cash in that Ninth Life, I hope I will be in the sea. Man is a fish in exile. To become part of a kaleidoscopically dazzling coral reef certainly seems preferable to becoming food for worms in a city cemetery or burning in a crematory oven for an hour and a half.
My Life Closed Twice Before it Closed
by Emily Dickinson
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
I wonder what it was in Emily Dickinson's life that made her think that parting partook of heaven – especially if she was talking about the final parting of death, which I assume she was.
For me, another great poet, Goethe, was nearer the mark, when he said that we must always be careful – for every parting with those we love contains within it the seeds of madness....
It is a common saying, and in everybody’s mouth, that life is but a sojourn.
--Plato.
Is there any intelligent life on earth?
Yes, but I am only visiting.
Life does not cease to be funny when people die
any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.
George Bernard Shaw
»Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what HAVE you had?«
Henry James
The Ambassadors
Some say life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
(Ruth Rendell)
life is 10% what happens to you,
and 90% how you react to it.
I'm still not sure about the meaning of life. Fortunately, this is not a graded essay!
LIFE! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met,
I own to me 's a secret yet.
But this I know, when thou art fled,
Where'er they lay these limbs, this head,
No clod so valueless shall be
As all that then remains of me.
---------- Anna Lætitia Barbauld. 1743–1825
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