I shall do one thing in this life - one thing certain - that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you till I die.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die…

We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

And die of nothing but a rage to live

This long disease, my life.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

For he lives twice who can at once employ, The present well, and e’en the past enjoy.

Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree's summit

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it

I have a habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am now leading a posthumous existence.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death

Life is divine Chaos. It's messy, and it's supposed to be that way.

So long as you don't feel life's paltry and a miserable business, the rest doesn't matter, happiness or unhappiness.

One can no longer live with people: it is too hideous and nauseating. Owners and owned, they are like the two sides of a ghastly disease.

I believe that a man is converted when first he hears the low, vast murmur of life, of human life, troubling his hitherto unconscious self.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

There is only one thing that a man really wants to do, all his life; and that is, to find his way to his God, his Morning Star, salute his fellow man, and enjoy the woman who has come the long way with him.