We are always getting ready to live but never living.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

Most of us spend our lives as if we had another one in the bank.

Keep not your roses for my dead, cold brow. The way is lonely, let me feel them now.

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

I believe you should live each day as if it was your last, which is why I don't have any clean laundry, because who wants to wash clothes on the last day of their life?

Everything has been figured out except how to live.

Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.

Statistically, the probability of any of us being here is so small that you'd think the mere fact of existing would keep us all in contented dazzlement of surprise.