Browsing Topic Best Worth Living Quotes

Beginnings are usually scary, and endings are usually sad, but its everything in between that makes it all worth living.

Next to God we are indebted to women, first for life itself, and then for making it worth living.

Only a life lived in a certain spirit is worth living. It is a remarkable fact that a life lived entirely from the ego is dull not only for the person himself but for all concerned.

I don’t believe in taking unnecessary risks, but a life without risk isn’t worth living.

No one ever finds life worth living – one has to make it worth living.

Where once the student was taught that the unexamined life was not worth living, he is now taught that the profitably lived life is not worth examining.

Life without risks is not worth living.

One never finds life worth living. One always has to make it work living.

Life without enquiry is not worth living for a man.

Life is richly worth living, with its continual revelations of mighty woe, yet infinite hope; and I take it to my breast.

Life is an end in itself, and the only question as to whether it is worth living is whether you have had enough of it.

But,’ I reminded myself, ‘it’s common knowledge that life isn’t worth living, anyhow.

Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.

Everybody knows life isn’t worth living.

Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo’s song, To show that she is here.

It’s worth living abroad to study up on genteel and delicate manners. The maid smiles continuously; she smiles like a duchess on a stage, while at the same time it is clear from her face that she is exhausted from overwork.

The longer I live and the more experience I have of the world, the more I am convinced that, after all, the one thing that is most worth living for-and dying for, if need be-is the opportunity of making someone else more happy.

I feel if theres one little thing I could do, its to make people realize: We are not worthless because we inhabit a country which is seen by Western eyes as a primitive, fundamentalist country only. . .I mean, we are a rich mixture of all sorts of forces as well, and our lives are very much worth living.

Those of us who read carried around with us like martyrs a secret knowledge, a secret joy, and a secret hope: There is a life worth living where history is still taking place; there are ideas worth dying for, and circumstances where courage is still prized.

We study play because life is crap. Life is crap, and it’s full of pain and suffering, and the only thing that makes it worth living — the only thing that makes it possible to get up in the morning and go on living — is play. Art and play.

I can’t say this too often – that a little humor can make life worth living. That has always been my credo. Somebody once asked me, ‘What would you like your epitaph to be?’ I’ve always said that I’d like it to be: He left people a little happier than they were when he came into the room.

The real question is whether all your pondering and analyses will convince you that life is worth living. That’s what it all comes down to.

Continental thinkers have been obsessed with bourgeois man as representing the worst and most contemptible failure of modernity, which must at all costs be overcome. Nihilism in its most palpable sense means that the bourgeois has won, that the future, all foreseeable futures, belong to him, that all heights above him and all depths beneath him are illusory and that life is not worth living on these terms.

Be a loner. That gives you time to wonder, to search for the truth. Have holy curiosity. Make your life worth living.

Thus, I always began by assuming the worst; my appeal was dismissed. That meant, of course, I was to die. Sooner than others, obviously. ‘But,’ I reminded myself, ‘it’s common knowledge that life isn’t worth living, anyhow.’ And, on a wide view, I could see that it makes little difference whether one dies at the age of thirty or threescore and ten– since, in either case, other men will continue living, the world will go on as before. Also, whether I died now or forty years hence, this business of dying had to be got through, inevitably.

Life isn’t worth living, unless it is lived for someone else.

If tomorrow were never to come, it would not be worth living today.

Using an artful tool does not make one a dry technician. It seems to me that people that are anxious about our technical advancement, confuse means and ends. Naturally a person that only works for material gain will not harvest something that is worth living for. But the machine is not an end in itself. The airplane is not an end. It is a tool. Just like the plough.

My version, of course, is not this flag-waving, let’s all get on the Jesus train and ride out of hell. I’m not that kind of guy. It’s an embrace that life is good, worth living and yeah, it’s not easy, but there are more pluses than minuses.

You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.

To climb the highest peaks, to travel through… celestial space, to turn our searchlights upon domains of eternal darkness, that is what makes life worth living.

He is dead already who doth not feel Life is worth living still.

Maybe poetry’s not so important, but … it makes life worth living.

The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

…tell them that we have some good in us, too. And the only thing worth living for is the good. That’s why we’ve got to make sure we pass it on.