real-life-facts

Life is just a dream, to some it's a sweet dream, to others, a nightmare. But whatever it is, it's always short and dissipates quickly.

Then nothing became something, and I was born, and I wrought great havoc in the world in the time allotted to me, and I returned to nothingness

Don__ complain against life, it may hear you and double your suffering

We live like sheep in line waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse. We eat and laugh and fight as we see those in front of us fall to the knife

Do you know why we show respect to life when it shows none to us? Family is the answer

When you finally understand the meaning of life, you come to the conclusion it has none after all

We don't know where we come from and where we go, we fill the missing links with whatever our imaginations can provide us

Water in, water out until there is no water to run and the riverbed runs dry. That's life

Most of our waking life is make believe. If there was a way to record every dream that crosses our minds, the true nature of humans would be laid bare

Life has no map; it's made of random events, always caused by something beyond your control.

You will never really think hard about your life until your oxygen mask is taken away from you when you are at the bed of the ocean. At that exact moment, your true self will be revealed. You will really know if you are a believer or an atheist, whether you really love life or hate it as you usually say. All your claims will be tested

Family is the only why of life

Life is a dream. We wake up when we die

What is life but an ongoing war?

Be the girl you want your daughter to be. Be the girl you want your son to date. Be classy, be smart, be real, but most importantly be nice.

This life is not perfect, live it to the full, it's all we have

Life has a meaning but do not set out to find out. Just live it out.

Novelists should never allow themselves to weary of the study of real life. If they observed this duty conscientiously, they would give us fewer pictures chequered with vivid contrasts of light and shade; they would seldom elevate their heroes and heroines to the heights of rapture _ still seldomer sink them to the depths of despair; for if we rarely taste the fulness of joy in this life, we yet more rarely savour the acrid bitterness of hopeless anguish.