To resist change, to try to cling to life, is therefore like holding your breath: if you persist you kill yourself.

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.

Life is not a problem to be solved, but an experience to be had.

There is no formula for generating the authentic warmth of love. It cannot be copied. You cannot talk yourself into it or rouse it by straining at the emotions or by dedicating yourself solemnly to the service ofmankind. Everyone has love, but it can only come out when he is convinced of the impossibility and the frustration of trying to love himself. This conviction will not come through condemnations, through hatingoneself, through calling self love bad names in the universe. It comes only in the awareness that one has no self to love.

More and more we try to effect an adaptation to life by means of external gadgets, and attempt to solve our problems by conscious thinking rather than unconscious 'know-how'. This is much less to our advantage than we like to suppose.

This is the real secret of life -- to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.

The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.

Love is the energy of life.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

My whole life long I learn'd to love, This hour my utmost art I prove. And speak my passion—— heaven or hell? She will not give me heaven? 'Tis well!

Grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made ...

Life with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, Is just our chance o’ the prize of learning love, How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.

A sudden bold and unexpected question doth many times surprise a man and lay him open.

Choose the life that is most useful, and habit will make it the most agreeable.

The great end of life is not knowledge but action.

For better it is to make a beginning of that which may lead to something, than to engage in a perpetual struggle and pursuit in courses which have no exit.

In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.

Life, an age to the miserable, and a moment to the happy.

Who questions much, shall learn much, and retain much.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

Gods induction, life's construction, these instruct will save every living thing. Can't you see that life's connected?

You know, I have seven children, so I guess I know some things about life.