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| As long as you live, keep learning how to live. | | Seneca | |
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| At 20 everyone has the face that God gave them, at 40 the face that life gave them, and at 60 the face they earned. | | Albert Schweitzer | |
| At the end of your life, you will never regret not having passed one more test, not winning one more verdict or not closing one more deal. You will regret time not spent with a husband, a friend, a child, or a parent. | | Barbara Bush | |
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| Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life. | | Seneca | |
| Beware the barrenness of a busy life. | | Socrates | |
| Billions of years itīs taken to evolve human conciousness and you want to wipe it out. Wipe out the miracle of all existence. | | Charlie Chaplin | |
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| But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions. | | D.H. Lawrence | |
| But Life will suit Itself to Sorrow's most detested fruit, Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste | | Lord Byron | |
| By respect for life we become religious in a way that is elementary, profound and alive. | | Albert Schweitzer | |
| 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. | | Horace | |
| Children, who play life, discern its true law and relations more clearly than men, who fail to live it worthily, but who think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure | | Henry David Thoreau | |
| Contemplation often makes life miserable. We should act more, think less, and stop watching ourselves live. | | Chamfort | |
| Crude classifications and false generalizations are the curse of organized life. | | George Bernard Shaw | |
| Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself. | | Havelock Ellis | |
| Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. | | Norman Cousins | |
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| Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakably tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others. | | Rainer Maria Rilke | |
