~ Life Is Simple...~
Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth.What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?The healthiest response to life is joy.When you're chewing on life's gristleDon't grumble, give a whistle,And this'll help things turn out for the best...And...always look on the bright side of life...Always look on the light side of life.The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once.There is no wealth but life.The Best Things in Life are Free.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring...
Here's to a long life and a merry one
A quick death and an easy one
A pretty girl and an honest one
A cold beer and another one!
The goal of life is living in agreement with nature.
Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about
Where there is love there is life.
To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone.
Life is nothing without friendship...Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.
Be nice to people on your way up because you'll need them on your way down.
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; But often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.If you are going through hell, keep going.
The best of times is now.Whatever you are be a good one...Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
Do all things with love.Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is bliss, taste it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.
Meditate. Live purely. Be quiet. Do your work with mastery. Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine~!!
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Never take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
~ Life iS sIMPLE ~
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