The remaining vacation slipped by quickly and life returned to normal.
This is the life he was born for.
Now she wanted it more than life itself.
You can't spend your life terrified to leave the house alone.
Life, as they say, is good.
Our republic has prospered because it fiercely protected life, liberty, and property, and must continue to do so.
Señor Medena and Felipa returned to Texas and life returned to normal.
Only that he had repeatedly saved her life - at risk of his own, no less.
The beginning of my life was simple and much like every other little life.
Never in her life had she fainted.
He has a mind to spend the rest of his life in that country.
I can't go the rest of my life avoiding birthday cakes.
Some day Michael would grow up and realize there was something more in life than conquest.
But during the first nineteen months of my life I had caught glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flowers which the darkness that followed could not wholly blot out.
Princess Ozma once brought him to life with a witch-powder, when she was a boy.
But I am making a simple statement that life is better now than it has ever been.
A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest."
Life existed at a scale smaller than the eye could see.
Even in the best, most friendly and simplest relations of life, praise and commendation are essential, just as grease is necessary to wheels that they may run smoothly.
Her life was on a new course now, and the future looked brighter than it ever had.
I guess he's always been a part of me... one I've wasted most of my life trying to remove.
If you weren't concerned about your own life, you might have thought about your chances of taking someone else with you.
His mother said to him: A sailor's life is a hard life.
Many incidents of those early years are fixed in my memory, isolated, but clear and distinct, making the sense of that silent, aimless, dayless life all the more intense.
Here is life, an experiment to a great extent untried by me; but it does not avail me that they have tried it.
Pierre was staying at Prince Vasili Kuragin's and sharing the dissipated life of his son Anatole, the son whom they were planning to reform by marrying him to Prince Andrew's sister.
Mr. Marsh was in a coma and attached to life support machines.
I didn't grow up around here like you, and I don't intend to spend the rest of my life working at the diner.
Oh well, life was full of unpleasantness and this was a minor one.
It was the wish of his father and mother that every day of his life should be a day of perfect happiness.
"It seems funny to me," said Pierre, "that you, you should consider yourself incapable and your life a spoiled life.
And while it may not be perfect, life will be profoundly better for everyone on the planet.
During the Great Depression in the United States, many unemployed Americans simply left the city and went back to farm life, sometimes living with relatives.
Somehow it simply wasn't top priority in her life right now.
"Our people do not acquire their real life until they leave their bushes," said the Prince.
That said, if I had to pick one function I think the Internet will turn out to "be," it is this: The Internet will become a repository and a set of applications for storing the sum total of all life experiences of all people on earth.
The additional possibility of access to all humans' Digital Echoes, to be studied for a million unnoticed causal correlations, will hasten the demise of disease as well and will increase quality of life and longevity.
Others more broadly interpret the concept of securing life, liberty, and property.
So let's say your parents bought Coca Cola stock their entire life, left it all to you, and you are able to live off the dividend payments of the stock.
Imagine if all the people with boring, dead-end machine jobs were told they never had to work another day in their life at a job they did not like.
People who live their lives following their passions seem more full of life and energy than anyone else.
The theory was that life in the workhouse had to be worse than life outside the workhouse, otherwise it would be overrun with the poor.
This will produce extremely specific nutritional information for just you, will add years to your life, and will increase its quality as well.
Both of these are hugely important parts of life, and I know of no one who would trade them away for a pill they swallow in the morning that gives them all their nutrition for the day.
Let's look at a real-life example.
The implication is that any time they nursed, they felt pain as well, to learn at an early age that there is no pleasure to be had in life without pain.
Although slavery still exists and the low price of slaves speaks to the low value of a human life, the legal institution of slavery is gone.
Every day fewer places exist where a single person has legal right to end the life of another.
I feel we have set the bar way too low and in doing so have fundamentally cheapened life, everyone's life.
As we contemplate whether we absolutely must end war, we should consider how life lived on a war footing affects our most basic rights and freedoms.
In our individual countries, sets of laws are created by the citizenry and are designed to protect life, liberty, and property.
And life went on for a decade.
(Of course, when a king proves himself through battle, he is not risking his life but the lives of thousands of his subjects.
By "the end of ignorance," I mean a world where everyone everywhere will be able to go through life making wise decisions based on near-perfect information.
More and more of your everyday life leaves such an echo.
Imagine what you could do with the combined learning of a quadrillion life experiences.
In almost all aspects of life, the application of this process will bring improvements.
If your job numbs your mind by day, why would anyone expect it to instantly come to life at night?
Can you imagine a better life for a turnip?
To think of the right to life as somehow different than a right to food is hard for me.
It is akin to saying you have a right to life but not a right to a heart.
They may not bump into them very often in what we call "everyday life" but do know them well enough to friend them.
It is necessary to protect life, liberty, and property.
Now, on a regular basis, videos appear which bring to life something that would otherwise be merely an ill-formed image in our minds.
We value our humanity, and insofar as life in the future seems different from our life today, it somehow seems less human.
The implication was that Castor and Pollux, knowing of the imminent collapse of the roof, had come calling with the purpose of saving Simonides's life as their payment for the poem.
So technology supports quality of life (from vaccines to Volvos) and generates wealth.
We are a tiny dot of life suspended in a nearly infinite universe.
In spite of the massive benefits civilization offers to every person in every station of life, a crazy few will always see it very differently.
In the United States, where we have mostly Democrats and Republicans, life is largely the same no matter who is in charge.
The fire leaped into life; the flames encircled me so that in a moment my clothes were blazing.
The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me.
After I had learned a great many interesting things about the life and habits of the children of the sea--how in the midst of dashing waves the little polyps build the beautiful coral isles of the Pacific, and the foraminifera have made the chalk-hills of many a land--my teacher read me "The Chambered Nautilus," and showed me that the shell-building process of the mollusks is symbolical of the development of the mind.
The only sign of life was a slight wriggling of his tail.
I feel that her being is inseparable from my own, and that the footsteps of my life are in hers.
The next important event in my life was my visit to Boston, in May, 1888.
How full of life and motion it was!
I was never still a moment; my life was as full of motion as those little insects that crowd a whole existence into one brief day.
All life seemed to have ebbed away, and even when the sun shone the day was
Since the publication of "The Story of My Life" in the Ladies' Home Journal, Mr. Anagnos has made a statement, in a letter to Mr. Macy, that at the time of the "Frost King" matter, he believed I was innocent.
Up to the time of the "Frost King" episode, I had lived the unconscious life of a little child; now my thoughts were turned inward, and I beheld things invisible.
Every day in imagination I made a trip round the world, and I saw many wonders from the uttermost parts of the earth--marvels of invention, treasuries of industry and skill and all the activities of human life actually passed under my finger tips.
We read together, "As You Like It," Burke's "Speech on Conciliation with America," and Macaulay's "Life of Samuel Johnson."
My mind stirred with the stirring times, and the characters round which the life of two contending nations centred seemed to move right before me.
In a different way Macaulay's "Life of Samuel Johnson" was interesting.
At the Cambridge school, for the first time in my life, I enjoyed the companionship of seeing and hearing girls of my own age.
Circumscribed as my life was in so many ways, I had to look between the covers of books for news of the world that lay outside my own.
She knows her life is in his hands; there is no one to protect her from his wrath.
Yet how different is the life of these simple country folks from that of the Persian capital!
Their life seems an immense disparity between effort and opportunity.
In imagination I can hear Homer singing, as with unsteady, hesitating steps he gropes his way from camp to camp--singing of life, of love, of war, of the splendid achievements of a noble race.
Is it not true, then, that my life with all its limitations touches at many points the life of the World Beautiful?
The solemn nothings that fill our everyday life blossom suddenly into bright possibilities.
I count it one of the sweetest privileges of my life to have known and conversed with many men of genius.
My spirit could not reach up to his, but he gave me a real sense of joy in life, and I never left him without carrying away a fine thought that grew in beauty and depth of meaning as I grew.
What he has taught we have seen beautifully expressed in his own life--love of country, kindness to the least of his brethren, and a sincere desire to live upward and onward.
One does not need to read "A Boy I Knew" to understand him--the most generous, sweet-natured boy I ever knew, a good friend in all sorts of weather, who traces the footprints of love in the life of dogs as well as in that of his fellowmen.
Helen Keller's letters are important, not only as a supplementary story of her life, but as a demonstration of her growth in thought and expression--the growth which in itself has made her distinguished.
They live a gay life, flitting from flower to flower, sipping the drops of honeydew, without a thought for the morrow.
I am always happy and so was Little Lord Fauntleroy, but dear Little Jakey's life was full of sadness.
His parents are too poor to pay to have the little fellow sent to school; so, instead of giving me a dog, the gentlemen are going to help make Tommy's life as bright and joyous as mine.
I hope too, that Bishop Brooks' whole life will be as rich in happiness as the month of May is full of blossoms and singing birds.
Perhaps the Old Sea God as he lay asleep upon the shore, heard the soft music of growing things--the stir of life in the earth's bosom, and his stormy heart was angry, because he knew that his and Winter's reign was almost at an end.
Before I left Boston, I was asked to write a sketch of my life for the Youth's Companion.
The knowledge doesn't make life any sweeter or happier, does it?
The thought that my dear Heavenly Father is always near, giving me abundantly of all those things, which truly enrich life and make it sweet and beautiful, makes every deprivation seem of little moment compared with the countless blessings I enjoy.
There is but one cloud in my sky at present; but that is one which casts a dark shadow over my life, and makes me very anxious at times.
You know a student's life is of necessity somewhat circumscribed and narrow and crowds out almost everything that is not in books....
Many of my friends would be well pleased if I would take two or even one course a year, but I rather object to spending the rest of my life in college....
TO MR. WILLIAM WADE Cambridge, February 2, 1901. ...By the way, have you any specimens of English braille especially printed for those who have lost their sight late in life or have fingers hardened by long toil, so that their touch is less sensitive than that of other blind people?
It is fitting that Miss Keller's "Story of My Life" should appear at this time.
He quoted the passages in which she explains that college is not the "universal Athens" she had hoped to find, and cited the cases of other remarkable persons whose college life had proved disappointing.
In her account of her early education Miss Keller is not giving a scientifically accurate record of her life, nor even of the important events.
When she met Dr. Furness, the Shakespearean scholar, he warned her not to let the college professors tell her too many assumed facts about the life of Shakespeare; all we know, he said, is that Shakespeare was baptized, married, and died.
Her life has been a series of attempts to do whatever other people do, and to do it as well.
True, her view of life is highly coloured and full of poetic exaggeration; the universe, as she sees it, is no doubt a little better than it really is.
Many of the detached incidents and facts of our daily life pass around and over her unobserved; but she has enough detailed acquaintance with the world to keep her view of it from being essentially defective.
It is, however, in her daily life that one can best measure the delicacy of her senses and her manual skill.
In the diary that she kept at the Wright-Humason School in New York she wrote on October 18, 1894, "I find that I have four things to learn in my school life here, and indeed, in life--to think clearly without hurry or confusion, to love everybody sincerely, to act in everything with the highest motives, and to trust in dear God unhesitatingly."
Very early in her life she became almost totally blind, and she entered the Perkins Institution October 7, 1880, when she was fourteen years old.
I know that the education of this child will be the distinguishing event of my life, if I have the brains and perseverance to accomplish it.
I made her understand that all life comes from an egg.
It frequently happens that the perfume of a flower or the flavour of a fruit recalls to her mind some happy event in home life, or a delightful birthday party.
There were very few spots of sunshine in poor Ginger's life, and the sadnesses were so many!
I told her that God was everywhere, and that she must not think of Him as a person, but as the life, the mind, the soul of everything.
The rocks have not life, and they cannot think.
I have already told her in simple language of the beautiful and helpful life of Jesus, and of His cruel death.
When told of the instance in which Jesus raised the dead, she was much perplexed, saying, "I did not know life could come back into the dead body!"
Language grows out of life, out of its needs and experiences.
During the first two years of her intellectual life, I required Helen to write very little.
Helen has the vitality of feeling, the freshness and eagerness of interest, and the spiritual insight of the artistic temperament, and naturally she has a more active and intense joy in life, simply as life, and in nature, books, and people than less gifted mortals.
Her mind is so filled with the beautiful thoughts and ideals of the great poets that nothing seems commonplace to her; for her imagination colours all life with its own rich hues.
The pages of the book she reads become to her like paintings, to which her imaginative powers give life and colour.
This little story calls into life all the questions of language and the philosophy of style.
These extracts are from her exercises in her course in composition, where she showed herself at the beginning of her college life quite without rival among her classmates.
Every beautiful description, every deep thought glides insensibly into the same mournful chant of the brevity of life, of the slow decay and dissolution of all earthly things.
This was my first real experience in college life, and a delightful experience it was!
For the first time since my entrance into Radcliffe I had the opportunity to make friends with all my classmates...
Some things are really necessaries of life in some circles, the most helpless and diseased, which in others are luxuries merely, and in others still are entirely unknown.
So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change.
To many creatures there is in this sense but one necessary of life, Food.
Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.
With respect to luxuries and comforts, the wisest have ever lived a more simple and meagre life than the poor.
It is to solve some of the problems of life, not only theoretically, but practically.
If I should attempt to tell how I have desired to spend my life in years past, it would probably surprise those of my readers who are somewhat acquainted with its actual history; it would certainly astonish those who know nothing about it.
The life which men praise and regard as successful is but one kind.
Most behave as if they believed that their prospects for life would be ruined if they should do it.
It is only the serious eye peering from and the sincere life passed within it which restrain laughter and consecrate the costume of any people.
And if the civilized man's pursuits are no worthier than the savage's, if he is employed the greater part of his life in obtaining gross necessaries and comforts merely, why should he have a better dwelling than the former?
They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself.
One man says, in his despair or indifference to life, take up a handful of the earth at your feet, and paint your house that color.
Those conveniences which the student requires at Cambridge or elsewhere cost him or somebody else ten times as great a sacrifice of life as they would with proper management on both sides.
I do not mean that exactly, but I mean something which he might think a good deal like that; I mean that they should not play life, or study it merely, while the community supports them at this expensive game, but earnestly live it from beginning to end.
This spending of the best part of one's life earning money in order to enjoy a questionable liberty during the least valuable part of it reminds me of the Englishman who went to India to make a fortune first, in order that he might return to England and live the life of a poet.
There is nowhere recorded a simple and irrepressible satisfaction with the gift of life, any memorable praise of God.
If, then, we would indeed restore mankind by truly Indian, botanic, magnetic, or natural means, let us first be as simple and well as Nature ourselves, dispel the clouds which hang over our own brows, and take up a little life into our pores.
At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house.
Well, there I might live, I said; and there I did live, for an hour, a summer and a winter life; saw how I could let the years run off, buffet the winter through, and see the spring come in.
What should we think of the shepherd's life if his flocks always wandered to higher pastures than his thoughts?
Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.
Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Our life is frittered away by detail.
Our life is like a German Confederacy, made up of petty states, with its boundary forever fluctuating, so that even a German cannot tell you how it is bounded at any moment.
To speak critically, I never received more than one or two letters in my life--I wrote this some years ago--that were worth the postage.
If men would steadily observe realities only, and not allow themselves to be deluded, life, to compare it with such things as we know, would be like a fairy tale and the Arabian Nights' Entertainments.
Children, who play life, discern its true law and relations more clearly than men, who fail to live it worthily, but who think that they are wiser by experience, that is, by failure.
Be it life or death, we crave only reality.
It requires a training such as the athletes underwent, the steady intention almost of the whole life to this object.
It is the work of art nearest to life itself.
It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips;--not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.
Why should our life be in any respect provincial?
They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance.
I had this advantage, at least, in my mode of life, over those who were obliged to look abroad for amusement, to society and the theatre, that my life itself was become my amusement and never ceased to be novel.
A bird sits on the next bough, life-everlasting grows under the table, and blackberry vines run round its legs; pine cones, chestnut burs, and strawberry leaves are strewn about.
In my front yard grew the strawberry, blackberry, and life-everlasting, johnswort and goldenrod, shrub oaks and sand cherry, blueberry and groundnut.
Who would not be early to rise, and rise earlier and earlier every successive day of his life, till he became unspeakably healthy, wealthy, and wise?
Any prospect of awakening or coming to life to a dead man makes indifferent all times and places.
I had more visitors while I lived in the woods than at any other period in my life; I mean that I had some.
If I suggested any improvement in his mode of life, he merely answered, without expressing any regret, that it was too late.
"The earth," he adds elsewhere, "especially if fresh, has a certain magnetism in it, by which it attracts the salt, power, or virtue (call it either) which gives it life, and is the logic of all the labor and stir we keep about it, to sustain us; all dungings and other sordid temperings being but the vicars succedaneous to this improvement."
It is continually receiving new life and motion from above.
It was worth the while, if only to feel the wind blow on your cheek freely, and see the waves run, and remember the life of mariners.
It was one of those afternoons which seem indefinitely long before one, in which many events may happen, a large portion of our natural life, though it was already half spent when I started.
But the only true America is that country where you are at liberty to pursue such a mode of life as may enable you to do without these, and where the state does not endeavor to compel you to sustain the slavery and war and other superfluous expenses which directly or indirectly result from the use of such things.
Men come tamely home at night only from the next field or street, where their household echoes haunt, and their life pines because it breathes its own breath over again; their shadows, morning and evening, reach farther than their daily steps.
I like sometimes to take rank hold on life and spend my day more as the animals do.
If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal--that is your success.
The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening.
The wonder is how they, how you and I, can live this slimy, beastly life, eating and drinking.
Our whole life is startlingly moral.
Who knows what sort of life would result if we had attained to purity?
A voice said to him--Why do you stay here and live this mean moiling life, when a glorious existence is possible for you?
Oh, they swarm; the sun is too warm there; they are born too far into life for me.
I watched a couple that were fast locked in each other's embraces, in a little sunny valley amid the chips, now at noonday prepared to fight till the sun went down, or life went out.
She led a hard life, and somewhat inhumane.
Such a rule of the two diameters not only guides us toward the sun in the system and the heart in man, but draws lines through the length and breadth of the aggregate of a man's particular daily behaviors and waves of life into his coves and inlets, and where they intersect will be the height or depth of his character.
At the advent of each individual into this life, may we not suppose that such a bar has risen to the surface somewhere?
The marsh hawk, sailing low over the meadow, is already seeking the first slimy life that awakes.
So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.
For a week I heard the circling, groping clangor of some solitary goose in the foggy mornings, seeking its companion, and still peopling the woods with the sound of a larger life than they could sustain.
Our village life would stagnate if it were not for the unexplored forests and meadows which surround it.
We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.
I love to see that Nature is so rife with life that myriads can be afforded to be sacrificed and suffered to prey on one another; that tender organizations can be so serenely squashed out of existence like pulp--tadpoles which herons gobble up, and tortoises and toads run over in the road; and that sometimes it has rained flesh and blood!
Thus was my first year's life in the woods completed; and the second year was similar to it.
I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names.
Love your life, poor as it is.
It is life near the bone where it is sweetest.
These may be but the spring months in the life of the race.
The life in us is like the water in the river.
But he that would save his life, in such a case, shall lose it.
After the first blush of sin comes its indifference; and from immoral it becomes, as it were, unmoral, and not quite unnecessary to that life which we have made.
They take too much time, and a man's life will be gone.
What sort of life were that to live?
When I meet a government which says to me, "Your money or your life," why should I be in haste to give it my money?
I am going because the life I am leading here does not suit me!
"Ah, my dear," said the countess, "my life is not all roses either.
"I often think, though, perhaps it's a sin," said the princess, "that here lives Count Cyril Vladimirovich Bezukhov so rich, all alone... that tremendous fortune... and what is his life worth?
It's a burden to him, and Bory's life is only just beginning....
As often happens in early youth, especially to one who leads a lonely life, he felt an unaccountable tenderness for this young man and made up his mind that they would be friends.
"The limits of human life... are fixed and may not be o'erpassed," said an old priest to a lady who had taken a seat beside him and was listening naively to his words.
At Bald Hills, Prince Nicholas Andreevich Bolkonski's estate, the arrival of young Prince Andrew and his wife was daily expected, but this expectation did not upset the regular routine of life in the old prince's household.
When starting on a journey or changing their mode of life, men capable of reflection are generally in a serious frame of mind.
"You live in the country and don't think the life terrible," he replied.
I don't want any other life, and can't, for I know no other.
But think, Andrew: for a young society woman to be buried in the country during the best years of her life, all alone--for Papa is always busy, and I... well, you know what poor resources I have for entertaining a woman used to the best society.
On October 11, the day when all was astir at headquarters over the news of Mack's defeat, the camp life of the officers of this squadron was proceeding as usual.
On my word I'd give five years of my life for it!
And the fear of death and of the stretchers, and love of the sun and of life, all merged into one feeling of sickening agitation.
I want to entertain him as far as I can, with all the pleasures of life here.
One sentiment, fear for his life, possessed his whole being.
Schemes and devices for which he never rightly accounted to himself, but which formed the whole interest of his life, were constantly shaping themselves in his mind, arising from the circumstances and persons he met.
When the little princess had grown accustomed to life at Bald Hills, she took a special fancy to Mademoiselle Bourienne, spent whole days with her, asked her to sleep in her room, and often talked with her about the old prince and criticized him.
He regarded his whole life as a continual round of amusement which someone for some reason had to provide for him.
You know the fate of your whole life may be at stake.
Life without Princess Mary, little as he seemed to value her, was unthinkable to him.
Thousands of dreams of a future family life continually rose in her imagination.
Of course, she, a handsome young woman without any definite position, without relations or even a country, did not intend to devote her life to serving Prince Bolkonski, to reading aloud to him and being friends with Princess Mary.
They came to disturb my life--and there is not much of it left.
My desire is never to leave you, Father, never to separate my life from yours.
And the two friends told each other of their doings, the one of his hussar revels and life in the fighting line, the other of the pleasures and advantages of service under members of the Imperial family.
It was not a matter of life but rather of death, as the saying is.
And Rostov got up and went wandering among the campfires, dreaming of what happiness it would be to die--not in saving the Emperor's life (he did not even dare to dream of that), but simply to die before his eyes.
Is it possible that on account of court and personal considerations tens of thousands of lives, and my life, my life," he thought, "must be risked?"
At that moment it meant nothing to him who might be standing over him, or what was said of him; he was only glad that people were standing near him and only wished that they would help him and bring him back to life, which seemed to him so beautiful now that he had today learned to understand it so differently.
Looking into Napoleon's eyes Prince Andrew thought of the insignificance of greatness, the unimportance of life which no one could understand, and the still greater unimportance of death, the meaning of which no one alive could understand or explain.
How good it would be to know where to seek for help in this life, and what to expect after it beyond the grave!
The quiet home life and peaceful happiness of Bald Hills presented itself to him.
Sitting on the sofa with the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it.
She, if she loves anyone, does it for life, but I don't understand that, I forget quickly.
After a short period of adapting himself to the old conditions of life, Nicholas found it very pleasant to be at home again.
A light footstep and the clinking of spurs were heard at the door, and the young count, handsome, rosy, with a dark little mustache, evidently rested and made sleeker by his easy life in Moscow, entered the room.
And is it worth tormenting oneself, when one has only a moment of life in comparison with eternity?
He tried not to change his former way of life, but his strength failed him.
I don't care a straw about anyone but those I love; but those I love, I love so that I would give my life for them, and the others I'd throttle if they stood in my way.
If I found such a one I'd give my life for her!
And believe me, if I still value my life it is only because I still hope to meet such a divine creature, who will regenerate, purify, and elevate me.
Beneath his smile Rostov saw in him the mood he had shown at the club dinner and at other times, when as if tired of everyday life he had felt a need to escape from it by some strange, and usually cruel, action.
At that moment his home life, jokes with Petya, talks with Sonya, duets with Natasha, piquet with his father, and even his comfortable bed in the house on the Povarskaya rose before him with such vividness, clearness, and charm that it seemed as if it were all a lost and unappreciated bliss, long past.
"Oh, this senseless life of ours!" thought Nicholas.
"It can't be helped It happens to everyone!" said the son, with a bold, free, and easy tone, while in his soul he regarded himself as a worthless scoundrel whose whole life could not atone for his crime.
"Countess, I have done w'ong," Denisov went on in an unsteady voice, "but believe me, I so adore your daughter and all your family that I would give my life twice over..."
It was as if the thread of the chief screw which held his life together were stripped, so that the screw could not get in or out, but went on turning uselessly in the same place.
What is life, and what is death?
"I know your outlook," said the Mason, "and the view of life you mention, and which you think is the result of your own mental efforts, is the one held by the majority of people, and is the invariable fruit of pride, indolence, and ignorance.
Your view of life is a regrettable delusion.
"He is not to be apprehended by reason, but by life," said the Mason.
"No, I hate my life," Pierre muttered, wincing.
Look at your life, my dear sir.
You have spent your life in idleness.
"Yes, I never thought of it, but I have led a contemptible and profligate life, though I did not like it and did not want to," thought Pierre.
Hoping to enter on an entirely new life quite unlike the old one, he expected everything to be unusual, even more unusual than what he was seeing.
"In the seventh place, try, by the frequent thought of death," the Rhetor said, "to bring yourself to regard it not as a dreaded foe, but as a friend that frees the soul grown weary in the labors of virtue from this distressful life, and leads it to its place of recompense and peace."
It must be so, but I am still so weak that I love my life, the meaning of which is only now gradually opening before me.
He was joyfully planning this new life, when Prince Vasili suddenly entered the room.
He blinked, went red, got up and sat down again, struggling with himself to do what was for him the most difficult thing in life--to say an unpleasant thing to a man's face, to say what the other, whoever he might be, did not expect.
In consequence of this discovery his whole manner of life, all his relations with old friends, all his plans for his future, were completely altered.
The life of old Prince Bolkonski, Prince Andrew, and Princess Mary had greatly changed since 1805.
It was not what he had read that vexed him, but the fact that the life out there in which he had now no part could perturb him.
Instead of the new life he had hoped to lead he still lived the old life, only in new surroundings.
At last the conversation gradually settled on some of the topics at first lightly touched on: their past life, plans for the future, Pierre's journeys and occupations, the war, and so on.
I only know two very real evils in life: remorse and illness.
You lived for yourself and say you nearly ruined your life and only found happiness when you began living for others.
That is not cleanly," said Prince Andrew; "on the contrary one must try to make one's life as pleasant as possible.
I'm alive, that is not my fault, so I must live out my life as best I can without hurting others.
Life as it is leaves one no peace.
In Siberia they lead the same animal life, and the stripes on their bodies heal, and they are happy as before.
About life, about man's destiny.
"Only our holy brotherhood has the real meaning of life, all the rest is a dream," said Pierre.
You say: join our brotherhood and we will show you the aim of life, the destiny of man, and the laws which govern the world.
"Do you believe in a future life?" he asked.
Nor could I, and it cannot be seen if one looks on our life here as the end of everything.
If there is a God and future life, there is truth and good, and man's highest happiness consists in striving to attain them.
It vanished as soon as he returned to the customary conditions of his life, but he knew that this feeling which he did not know how to develop existed within him.
He needs activity, and this quiet regular life is very bad for him.
Having once more entered into the definite conditions of this regimental life, Rostov felt the joy and relief a tired man feels on lying down to rest.
Rostov even noticed that Denisov did not like to be reminded of the regiment, or in general of that other free life which was going on outside the hospital.
He seemed to try to forget that old life and was only interested in the affair with the commissariat officers.
Let others--the young--yield afresh to that fraud, but we know life, our life is finished!
During this journey he, as it were, considered his life afresh and arrived at his old conclusion, restful in its hopelessness: that it was not for him to begin anything anew--but that he must live out his life, content to do no harm, and not disturbing himself or desiring anything.
In his soul there suddenly arose such an unexpected turmoil of youthful thoughts and hopes, contrary to the whole tenor of his life, that unable to explain his condition to himself he lay down and fell asleep at once.
All the best moments of his life suddenly rose to his memory.
No, life is not over at thirty-one!
He could not now understand how he could ever even have doubted the necessity of taking an active share in life, just as a month before he had not understood how the idea of leaving the quiet country could ever enter his head.
It now seemed clear to him that all his experience of life must be senselessly wasted unless he applied it to some kind of work and again played an active part in life.
He did not even remember how formerly, on the strength of similar wretched logical arguments, it had seemed obvious that he would be degrading himself if he now, after the lessons he had had in life, allowed himself to believe in the possibility of being useful and in the possibility of happiness or love.
During the first weeks of his stay in Petersburg Prince Andrew felt the whole trend of thought he had formed during his life of seclusion quite overshadowed by the trifling cares that engrossed him in that city.
The mechanism of life, the arrangement of the day so as to be in time everywhere, absorbed the greater part of his vital energy.
In Prince Andrew's eyes Speranski was the man he would himself have wished to be--one who explained all the facts of life reasonably, considered important only what was rational, and was capable of applying the standard of reason to everything.
His life meanwhile continued as before, with the same infatuations and dissipations.
Nothing in life seemed to him of much importance, and under the influence of the depression that possessed him he valued neither his liberty nor his resolution to punish his wife.
Only the vicissitudes of life can show us its vanity and develop our innate love of death or of rebirth to a new life.
And I awoke and found in my mind the text from the Gospel: The life was the light of men.
Berg smiled meekly, kissed the count on the shoulder, and said that he was very grateful, but that it was impossible for him to arrange his new life without receiving thirty thousand in ready money.
When he reached home Prince Andrew began thinking of his life in Petersburg during those last four months as if it were something new.
"Why do I strive, why do I toil in this narrow, confined frame, when life, all life with all its joys, is open to me?" said he to himself.
Let the dead bury their dead, but while one has life one must live and be happy! thought he.
(Berg measured his life not by years but by promotions.)
He pointed to his manuscript book with that air of escaping from the ills of life with which unhappy people look at their work.
Prince Andrew, with a beaming, ecstatic expression of renewed life on his face, paused in front of Pierre and, not noticing his sad look, smiled at him with the egotism of joy.
Where was his spleen, his contempt for life, his disillusionment?
He could not comprehend how anyone could wish to alter his life or introduce anything new into it, when his own life was already ending.
After a few days they grew accustomed to him, and without restraint in his presence pursued their usual way of life, in which he took his part.
Religion alone can explain to us what without its help man cannot comprehend: why, for what cause, kind and noble beings able to find happiness in life--not merely harming no one but necessary to the happiness of others--are called away to God, while cruel, useless, harmful persons, or such as are a burden to themselves and to others, are left living.
Our family life goes on in the old way except for my brother Andrew's absence.
He has realized, it seems to me, that life is not over for him.
He wrote that he had never loved as he did now and that only now did he understand and know what life was.
Once, when in a room with a lamp dimly lit before the icon Theodosia was talking of her life, the thought that Theodosia alone had found the true path of life suddenly came to Princess Mary with such force that she resolved to become a pilgrim herself.
Reading these letters, Nicholas felt a dread of their wanting to take him away from surroundings in which, protected from all the entanglements of life, he was living so calmly and quietly.
He felt that sooner or later he would have to re-enter that whirlpool of life, with its embarrassments and affairs to be straightened out, its accounts with stewards, quarrels, and intrigues, its ties, society, and with Sonya's love and his promise to her.
"Only once in my life to get an old wolf, I want only that!" thought he, straining eyes and ears and looking to the left and then to the right and listening to the slightest variation of note in the cries of the dogs.
"Uncle" too was in high spirits and far from being offended by the brother's and sister's laughter (it could never enter his head that they might be laughing at his way of life) he himself joined in the merriment.
"Go on, Uncle dear," Natasha wailed in an imploring tone as if her life depended on it.
They had not as many visitors as before, but the old habits of life without which the count and countess could not conceive of existence remained unchanged.
Natasha was still as much in love with her betrothed, found the same comfort in that love, and was still as ready to throw herself into all the pleasures of life as before; but at the end of the fourth month of their separation she began to have fits of depression which she could not master.
The servants stood round the table--but Prince Andrew was not there and life was going on as before.
It hurt her to think that while she lived only in the thought of him, he was living a real life, seeing new places and new people that interested him.
Only the skeleton of life remained: his house, a brilliant wife who now enjoyed the favors of a very important personage, acquaintance with all Petersburg, and his court service with its dull formalities.
And this life suddenly seemed to Pierre unexpectedly loathsome.
He ceased keeping a diary, avoided the company of the Brothers, began going to the club again, drank a great deal, and came once more in touch with the bachelor sets, leading such a life that the Countess Helene thought it necessary to speak severely to him about it.
Sometimes he consoled himself with the thought that he was only living this life temporarily; but then he was shocked by the thought of how many, like himself, had entered that life and that club temporarily, with all their teeth and hair, and had only left it when not a single tooth or hair remained.
Pierre no longer suffered moments of despair, hypochondria, and disgust with life, but the malady that had formerly found expression in such acute attacks was driven inwards and never left him for a moment.
He had the unfortunate capacity many men, especially Russians, have of seeing and believing in the possibility of goodness and truth, but of seeing the evil and falsehood of life too clearly to be able to take a serious part in it.
Only after emptying a bottle or two did he feel dimly that the terribly tangled skein of life which previously had terrified him was not as dreadful as he had thought.
Latterly that private life had become very trying for Princess Mary.
She struck those who saw her by her fullness of life and beauty, combined with her indifference to everything about her.
After her life in the country, and in her present serious mood, all this seemed grotesque and amazing to Natasha.
All that was going on before her now seemed quite natural, but on the other hand all her previous thoughts of her betrothed, of Princess Mary, or of life in the country did not once recur to her mind and were as if belonging to a remote past.
He was instinctively and thoroughly convinced that it was impossible for him to live otherwise than as he did and that he had never in his life done anything base.
Dolokhov, who had reappeared that year in Moscow after his exile and his Persian adventures, and was leading a life of luxury, gambling, and dissipation, associated with his old Petersburg comrade Kuragin and made use of him for his own ends.
In their service he risked his skin and his life twenty times a year, and in their service had lost more horses than the money he had from them would buy.
After all, you must understand that besides your pleasure there is such a thing as other people's happiness and peace, and that you are ruining a whole life for the sake of amusing yourself!
You have your whole life before you, said he to her.
History, that is, the unconscious, general, hive life of mankind, uses every moment of the life of kings as a tool for its own purposes.
In a new country, amid new conditions, Prince Andrew found life easier to bear.
The old prince knew very well that he tormented his daughter and that her life was very hard, but he also knew that he could not help tormenting her and that she deserved it.
He sought in himself either remorse for having angered his father or regret at leaving home for the first time in his life on bad terms with him, and was horrified to find neither.
My boy is growing up and rejoices in life, in which like everybody else he will deceive or be deceived.
And since it had to be so, Nicholas Rostov, as was natural to him, felt contented with the life he led in the regiment and was able to find pleasure in that life.
In spite of the many pills she swallowed and the drops and powders out of the little bottles and boxes of which Madame Schoss who was fond of such things made a large collection, and in spite of being deprived of the country life to which she was accustomed, youth prevailed.
Natasha's grief began to be overlaid by the impressions of daily life, it ceased to press so painfully on her heart, it gradually faded into the past, and she began to recover physically.
There was no joy in life, yet life was passing.
On her way home at an early hour when she met no one but bricklayers going to work or men sweeping the street, and everybody within the houses was still asleep, Natasha experienced a feeling new to her, a sense of the possibility of correcting her faults, the possibility of a new, clean life, and of happiness.
"Teach me what I should do, how to live my life, how I may grow good forever, forever!" she pleaded.
Pierre still went into society, drank as much and led the same idle and dissipated life, because besides the hours he spent at the Rostovs' there were other hours he had to spend somehow, and the habits and acquaintances he had made in Moscow formed a current that bore him along irresistibly.
He felt that the condition he was in could not continue long, that a catastrophe was coming which would change his whole life, and he impatiently sought everywhere for signs of that approaching catastrophe.
At the end of the week the prince reappeared and resumed his former way of life, devoting himself with special activity to building operations and the arrangement of the gardens and completely breaking off his relations with Mademoiselle Bourienne.
Among the innumerable categories applicable to the phenomena of human life one may discriminate between those in which substance prevails and those in which form prevails.
That life of the salons is unchanging.
Princess Mary, alarmed by her father's feverish and sleepless activity after his previous apathy, could not bring herself to leave him alone and for the first time in her life ventured to disobey him.
Trying to convict her, he told her she had worn him out, had caused his quarrel with his son, had harbored nasty suspicions of him, making it the object of her life to poison his existence, and he drove her from his study telling her that if she did not go away it was all the same to him.
Thoughts that had not entered her mind for years--thoughts of a life free from the fear of her father, and even the possibility of love and of family happiness--floated continually in her imagination like temptations of the devil.
Thrust them aside as she would, questions continually recurred to her as to how she would order her life now, after that.
She recalled all her life with him and in every word and act of his found an expression of his love of her.
Occasionally amid these memories temptations of the devil would surge into her imagination: thoughts of how things would be after his death, and how her new, liberated life would be ordered.
The demands of life, which had seemed to her annihilated by her father's death, all at once rose before her with a new, previously unknown force and took possession of her.
After the Emperor had left Moscow, life flowed on there in its usual course, and its course was so very usual that it was difficult to remember the recent days of patriotic elation and ardor, hard to believe that Russia was really in danger and that the members of the English Club were also sons of the Fatherland ready to sacrifice everything for it.
"There will be less panic and less gossip," ran the broadsheet "but I will stake my life on it that scoundrel will not enter Moscow."
Count Rostopchin writes that he will stake his life on it that the enemy will not enter Moscow.
The faces all expressed animation and apprehension, but it seemed to Pierre that the cause of the excitement shown in some of these faces lay chiefly in questions of personal success; his mind, however, was occupied by the different expression he saw on other faces--an expression that spoke not of personal matters but of the universal questions of life and death.
Narrow and burdensome and useless to anyone as his life now seemed to him, Prince Andrew on the eve of battle felt agitated and irritable as he had done seven years before at Austerlitz.
The three great sorrows of his life held his attention in particular: his love for a woman, his father's death, and the French invasion which had overrun half Russia.
But Napoleon came and swept him aside, unconscious of his existence, as he might brush a chip from his path, and his Bald Hills and his whole life fell to pieces.
War is not courtesy but the most horrible thing in life; and we ought to understand that and not play at war.
Let life go on in it unhindered and let it defend itself, it will do more than if you paralyze it by encumbering it with remedies.
I love life--I love this grass, this earth, this air....
There was something in this life I did not and do not understand.
"What is the connection of that man with my childhood and life?" he asked himself without finding an answer.
Never to the end of his life could he understand goodness, beauty, or truth, or the significance of his actions which were too contrary to goodness and truth, too remote from everything human, for him ever to be able to grasp their meaning.
Men leave their customary pursuits, hasten from one side of Europe to the other, plunder and slaughter one another, triumph and are plunged in despair, and for some years the whole course of life is altered and presents an intensive movement which first increases and then slackens.
I see only a coincidence of occurrences such as happens with all the phenomena of life, and I see that however much and however carefully I observe the hands of the watch, and the valves and wheels of the engine, and the oak, I shall not discover the cause of the bells ringing, the engine moving, or of the winds of spring.
I would give my life for the happiness of them both.
The one thing he now desired with his whole soul was to get away quickly from the terrible sensations amid which he had lived that day and return to ordinary conditions of life and sleep quietly in a room in his own bed.
He felt that only in the ordinary conditions of life would he be able to understand himself and all he had seen and felt.
But such ordinary conditions of life were nowhere to be found.
"To be a soldier, just a soldier!" thought Pierre as he fell asleep, "to enter communal life completely, to be imbued by what makes them what they are.
In the Rostovs' staid old-fashioned house the dissolution of former conditions of life was but little noticeable.
General Barclay de Tolly risked his life everywhere at the head of the troops, I can assure you.
Moscow seen from the Poklonny Hill lay spaciously spread out with her river, her gardens, and her churches, and she seemed to be living her usual life, her cupolas glittering like stars in the sunlight.
But one has only to observe that hive to realize that there is no longer any life in it.
From the alighting board, instead of the former spirituous fragrant smell of honey and venom, and the warm whiffs of crowded life, comes an odor of emptiness and decay mingling with the smell of honey.
And the risk to which he would expose his life by carrying out his design excited him still more.
Pierre had first experienced this strange and fascinating feeling at the Sloboda Palace, when he had suddenly felt that wealth, power, and life--all that men so painstakingly acquire and guard--if it has any worth has so only by reason of the joy with which it can all be renounced.
Lead that man away! said he quickly and energetically, and taking the arm of Pierre whom he had promoted to be a Frenchman for saving his life, he went with him into the room.
He was so very polite, amiable, good-natured, and genuinely grateful to Pierre for saving his life that Pierre had not the heart to refuse, and sat down with him in the parlor--the first room they entered.
I owe my life to you and offer you my friendship.
It is for life and death.
Finally, the latest episode in Poland still fresh in the captain's memory, and which he narrated with rapid gestures and glowing face, was of how he had saved the life of a Pole (in general, the saving of life continually occurred in the captain's stories) and the Pole had entrusted to him his enchanting wife (parisienne de coeur) while himself entering the French service.
He said that in all his life he had loved and still loved only one woman, and that she could never be his.
Speaking thickly and with a faraway look in his shining eyes, he told the whole story of his life: his marriage, Natasha's love for his best friend, her betrayal of him, and all his own simple relations with her.
His remembering such a small detail of everyday life astonished the doctor.
Though with the intimacy now established between the wounded man and Natasha the thought occurred that should he recover their former engagement would be renewed, no one--least of all Natasha and Prince Andrew--spoke of this: the unsettled question of life and death, which hung not only over Bolkonski but over all Russia, shut out all other considerations.
Pierre felt as if he had come back to life after a heavy swoon.
He held his head higher, his eyes shone with the light of life, and with swift steps he followed the maid, overtook her, and came out on the Povarskoy.
It is very difficult for events to be reflected in their real strength and completeness amid the conditions of court life and far from the scene of action.
And what sort of life would it be for Sonya--if she's a girl with a heart?
After meeting Princess Mary, though the course of his life went on externally as before, all his former amusements lost their charm for him and he often thought about her.
He had pictured each of those young ladies as almost all honest-hearted young men do, that is, as a possible wife, adapting her in his imagination to all the conditions of married life: a white dressing gown, his wife at the tea table, his wife's carriage, little ones, Mamma and Papa, their relations to her, and so on--and these pictures of the future had given him pleasure.
When he had finished that business it was already too late to go anywhere but still too early to go to bed, and for a long time he paced up and down the room, reflecting on his life, a thing he rarely did.
In men Rostov could not bear to see the expression of a higher spiritual life (that was why he did not like Prince Andrew) and he referred to it contemptuously as philosophy and dreaminess, but in Princess Mary that very sorrow which revealed the depth of a whole spiritual world foreign to him was an irresistible attraction.
Looking at his cold face, as he sat like a stern schoolmaster who was prepared to wait awhile for an answer, Pierre felt that every instant of delay might cost him his life; but he did not know what to say.
Then who was executing him, killing him, depriving him of life--him, Pierre, with all his memories, aspirations, hopes, and thoughts?
A system of some sort was killing him--Pierre--depriving him of life, of everything, annihilating him.
They could not believe it because they alone knew what their life meant to them, and so they neither understood nor believed that it could be taken from them.
When he related anything it was generally some old and evidently precious memory of his "Christian" life, as he called his peasant existence.
Karataev had no attachments, friendships, or love, as Pierre understood them, but loved and lived affectionately with everything life brought him in contact with, particularly with man--not any particular man, but those with whom he happened to be.
He loved his dog, his comrades, the French, and Pierre who was his neighbor, but Pierre felt that in spite of Karataev's affectionate tenderness for him (by which he unconsciously gave Pierre's spiritual life its due) he would not have grieved for a moment at parting from him.
But his life, as he regarded it, had no meaning as a separate thing.
She knew that she loved for the first and only time in her life and felt that she was beloved, and was happy in regard to it.
With a great effort he tried to return to life and to see things from their point of view.
And the more imbued he became with that principle of love, the more he renounced life and the more completely he destroyed that dreadful barrier which--in the absence of such love-- stands between life and death.
It was the last spiritual struggle between life and death, in which death gained the victory.
It was the unexpected realization of the fact that he still valued life as presented to him in the form of his love for Natasha, and a last, though ultimately vanquished, attack of terror before the unknown.
From that day an awakening from life came to Prince Andrew together with his awakening from sleep.
And compared to the duration of life it did not seem to him slower than an awakening from sleep compared to the duration of a dream.
What concern was it of his that somewhere or other that woman was leading the life she preferred?
The absence of suffering, the satisfaction of one's needs and consequent freedom in the choice of one's occupation, that is, of one's way of life, now seemed to Pierre to be indubitably man's highest happiness.
It was terrible, but he felt that in proportion to the efforts of that fatal force to crush him, there grew and strengthened in his soul a power of life independent of it.
And I say boldly that I have not a single man's life on my conscience.
And Petya gave the Cossack a detailed account not only of his ride but also of his object, and why he considered it better to risk his life than to act "just anyhow."
While imprisoned in the shed Pierre had learned not with his intellect but with his whole being, by life itself, that man is created for happiness, that happiness is within him, in the satisfaction of simple human needs, and that all unhappiness arises not from privation but from superfluity.
To love life is to love God.
Harder and more blessed than all else is to love this life in one's sufferings, in innocent sufferings.
"That is life," said the old teacher.
Drooping in spirit and closing their eyes before the menacing cloud of death that overhung them, they dared not look life in the face.
Life did not stand still and it was necessary to live.
And that other side of life, of which she had never before thought and which had formerly seemed to her so far away and improbable, was now nearer and more akin and more comprehensible than this side of life, where everything was either emptiness and desolation or suffering and indignity.
You know that for me there is nothing in life but you, and to suffer with you is the greatest happiness for me, and he took her hand and pressed it as he had pressed it that terrible evening four days before his death.
They just live their own old, quiet, and commonplace life, thought Natasha.
She thought her life was ended, but her love for her mother unexpectedly showed her that the essence of life--love--was still active within her.
She did not think of applying submission and self-abnegation to her own life, for she was accustomed to seek other joys, but she understood and loved in another those previously incomprehensible virtues.
For Princess Mary, listening to Natasha's tales of childhood and early youth, there also opened out a new and hitherto uncomprehended side of life: belief in life and its enjoyment.
Not merely in these cases but continually did that old man--who by experience of life had reached the conviction that thoughts and the words serving as their expression are not what move people--use quite meaningless words that happened to enter his head.
The very question that had formerly tormented him, the thing he had continually sought to find--the aim of life--no longer existed for him now.
That search for the aim of life had not merely disappeared temporarily--he felt that it no longer existed for him and could not present itself again.
All his life he had looked over the heads of the men around him, when he should have merely looked in front of him without straining his eyes.
And such had European life, politics, Freemasonry, philosophy, and philanthropy seemed to him.
Now a smile at the joy of life always played round his lips, and sympathy for others, shone in his eyes with a questioning look as to whether they were as contented as he was, and people felt pleased by his presence.
He regarded all these occupations as hindrances to life, and considered that they were all contemptible because their aim was the welfare of himself and his family.
The French found Moscow abandoned but with all the organizations of regular life, with diverse branches of commerce and craftsmanship, with luxury, and governmental and religious institutions.
The longer the French remained the more these forms of town life perished, until finally all was merged into one confused, lifeless scene of plunder.
But plundering by the Russians, with which the reoccupation of the city began, had an opposite effect: the longer it continued and the greater the number of people taking part in it the more rapidly was the wealth of the city and its regular life restored.
Everybody was celebrating the victory, everything was bubbling with life in the ruined but reviving city.
Is it possible that the meaning of life was not disclosed to him before he died? thought Pierre.
She had grown thin and pale, but that was not what made her unrecognizable; she was unrecognizable at the moment he entered because on that face whose eyes had always shone with a suppressed smile of the joy of life, now when he first entered and glanced at her there was not the least shadow of a smile: only her eyes were kindly attentive and sadly interrogative.
Why had such a splendid boy, so full of life, to die?
They had evidently both formed the same resolution; the eyes of both shone with satisfaction and a confession that besides sorrow life also has joy.
While there is life there is happiness.
I don't know when I began to love her, but I have loved her and her alone all my life, and I love her so that I cannot imagine life without her.
The whole meaning of life--not for him alone but for the whole world--seemed to him centered in his love and the possibility of being loved by her.
To her own surprise a power of life and hope of happiness rose to the surface and demanded satisfaction.
The reawakened power of life that had seized Natasha was so evidently irrepressible and unexpected by her that in her presence Princess Mary felt that she had no right to reproach her even in her heart.
If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, the possibility of life is destroyed.
With Mademoiselle Bourienne's help the princess had maintained the conversation very well, but at the very last moment, just when he rose, she was so tired of talking of what did not interest her, and her mind was so full of the question why she alone was granted so little happiness in life, that in a fit of absent-mindedness she sat still, her luminous eyes gazing fixedly before her, not noticing that he had risen.
As I understand your present life, I think you will always recall it with satisfaction, because the self-sacrifice that fills it now...
I have had so little happiness in life that every loss is hard for me to bear....
From the very first days of their married life Natasha had announced her demands.
Pierre was greatly surprised by his wife's view, to him a perfectly novel one, that every moment of his life belonged to her and to the family.
To make up for this, at home Pierre had the right to regulate his life and that of the whole family exactly as he chose.
Their way of life and place of residence, their acquaintances and ties, Natasha's occupations, the children's upbringing, were all selected not merely with regard to Pierre's expressed wishes, but to what Natasha from the thoughts he expressed in conversation supposed his wishes to be.
The children and their governesses were glad of Pierre's return because no one else drew them into the social life of the household as he did.
The grown-up members of the family, not to mention his wife, were pleased to have back a friend whose presence made life run more smoothly and peacefully.
He felt that his way of life had now been settled once for all till death and that to change it was not in his power, and so that way of life proved economical.
Life gave her no new impressions.
She wanted nothing from life but tranquillity, and that tranquillity only death could give her.
Her life had no external aims--only a need to exercise her various functions and inclinations was apparent.
But those glances expressed something more: they said that she had played her part in life, that what they now saw was not her whole self, that we must all become like her, and that they were glad to yield to her, to restrain themselves for this once precious being formerly as full of life as themselves, but now so much to be pitied.
And with an eager face Nicholas began to speak of the possibility of repurchasing Otradnoe before long, and added: "Another ten years of life and I shall leave the children... in an excellent position."
Natasha spoke to Pierre about her brother's life and doings, of how she had suffered and lacked life during his own absence, and of how she was fonder than ever of Mary, and how Mary was in every way better than herself.
History is the life of nations and of humanity.
To seize and put into words, to describe directly the life of humanity or even of a single nation, appears impossible.
The ancient historians all employed one and the same method to describe and seize the apparently elusive--the life of a people.
If the whole activity of the leaders serves as the expression of the people's will, as some historians suppose, then all the details of the court scandals contained in the biographies of a Napoleon or a Catherine serve to express the life of the nation, which is evident nonsense; but if it is only some particular side of the activity of an historical leader which serves to express the people's life, as other so-called "philosophical" historians believe, then to determine which side of the activity of a leader expresses the nation's life, we have first of all to know in what the nation's life consists.
Is the movement of the peoples at the time of the Crusades explained by the life and activity of the Godfreys and the Louis-es and their ladies?
The history of the Godfreys and the Minnesingers can evidently not cover the life of the peoples.
And the history of the Godfreys and the Minnesingers has remained the history of Godfreys and Minnesingers, but the history of the life of the peoples and their impulses has remained unknown.
Still less does the history of authors and reformers explain to us the life of the peoples.
If we unite both these kinds of history, as is done by the newest historians, we shall have the history of monarchs and writers, but not the history of the life of the peoples.
With the present complex forms of political and social life in Europe can any event that is not prescribed, decreed, or ordered by monarchs, ministers, parliaments, or newspapers be imagined?
But his will--which forms the essence of his life--man recognizes (and can but recognize) as free.
He feels that however impossible it may be, it is so, for without this conception of freedom not only would he be unable to understand life, but he would be unable to live for a single moment.
He could not live, because all man's efforts, all his impulses to life, are only efforts to increase freedom.
Man in connection with the general life of humanity appears subject to laws which determine that life.
How should the past life of nations and of humanity be regarded--as the result of the free, or as the result of the constrained, activity of man?
History surveys a presentation of man's life in which the union of these two contradictions has already taken place.
In actual life each historic event, each human action, is very clearly and definitely understood without any sense of contradiction, although each event presents itself as partly free and partly compulsory.
It is the reason why the life and activity of people who lived centuries ago and are connected with me in time cannot seem to me as free as the life of a contemporary, the consequences of which are still unknown to me.
We should in fact have reached those two fundamentals of which man's whole outlook on the universe is constructed--the incomprehensible essence of life, and the laws defining that essence.
Freedom not limited by anything is the essence of life, in man's consciousness.
Apart from these two concepts which in their union mutually define one another as form and content, no conception of life is possible.
All that we know of the external world of nature is only a certain relation of the forces of nature to inevitability, or of the essence of life to the laws of reason.
All knowledge is merely a bringing of this essence of life under the laws of reason.
But just as the subject of every science is the manifestation of this unknown essence of life while that essence itself can only be the subject of metaphysics, even the manifestation of the force of free will in human beings in space, in time, and in dependence on cause forms the subject of history, while free will itself is the subject of metaphysics.
"Get a life," he answered instantly, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
I know life would have been a lot simpler for me.
So tell us, how is your life in Arkansas?
I guess my life isn't very interesting to other people, but Alex and I like the way we live.
Alondra and Felipa were watching her intently, and even Señor Medena seemed to be interested in what their life was like at home.
Some of it came from life insurance.
What was even worse, their love life was suffering.
Having everyone run her life was getting old.
He did save your life, you know.
Never in her life had she been so attracted to a man – so totally out of control in his presence.
I've planned most of my life to get where I am now.
Well, life doesn't work that way.
Life was empty without him and no one seemed to be anxious to replace him - especially her parents.
Life sometimes got in the way of their goals, but they learned to be resilient.
"I am the only man in the world who can paint a picture so true to life," he said.
You may come to America and be poor, but if you work hard, your children will have a better life and a better opportunity.
I am also a historian with a full understanding of how poverty, disease, ignorance, famine, and war have dominated life on this planet.
We will finally be able to build an oracle, and we will use that tool, that collection of life experiences, to optimize our own lives.
The ability of science and technology to improve human life is known to us.
It took him most of his life to do this, and the value was engraved on his tombstone.
A person could dedicate his life to understanding just one suggestion and never even get close.
And if each of those billion people in turn shared a million of their life experiences, and you recorded them, you'd have an aggregate number of life experiences so large I had to look it up online.
In the future, something very much like the Amazon suggestion engine, but for all of life, will change that.
The system will weigh heavily the choices of people with Italian last names, and people who own restaurants—all these different factors, millions and millions of factors, all from the passively recorded life experiences of a billion people.
Fifth: We will understand correlations between lifestyle factors, quality of life, and genome.
That's how life works.
Many tasks in life have to be done.
All the jobs that can, in theory, be done by machines—the jobs that I think suck the life force out of people—will in fact be done by machines.
If governments are created to protect the life, liberty, and property of their citizenry, what all does that entail?
Over the CCC's nine-year life, its workers planted nearly three billion trees, built eight hundred parks, and constructed roads in remote areas.
I don't think there is an extensible life-lesson here.
They have got to live a man's life, pushing all these things before them, and get on as well as they can.
Every muscle of his thin face was now quivering with nervous excitement; his eyes, in which the fire of life had seemed extinguished, now flashed with brilliant light.
Leading such a life I can't decide or think properly about anything.
Hers wasn't the only life that had nearly been taken today.
No. I guess I'd be upset, too, if someone barged into my life that way.
If I wanted someone to organize my life, I would have stayed back in Muskogee with my parents instead of moving here.
She was going to have her lifelong dream as well as the dream she had recently developed - a life with Brandon.
It's just that sometimes I wonder what is more important in your life - your career or me.
Nothing she had ever experienced in her life was more painful than that moment, knowing his pain and not being able to say a thing to help.
That last statement strangled the life out of the discussion.
What a wicked thought to have about the man who had risked his life to protect her - not once, but a number of times in the last few days - and with so little to gain.
The landscape around them was bleak, almost as devoid of plant life as the white sands had been.
He had seen considerable of life in the cities in his younger days, and knew that this regal palace was no place for him.
His life was such that no man could ever say, "Ben Franklin has wronged me."
There was once a painter whose name was Zeuxis. He could paint pictures so life-like that they were mistaken for the real things which they represented.
A sailor's life is indeed a hard life.
Whether you are rich or poor, live in the developed world or the developing world, life today is better and easier than it was a century ago by virtually any measure.
Millions of pieces of minutia per life, for billions of lives.
In the future, every single person will have at his or her disposal the sum total of the life experience of everyone alive.
When they left, it sucked the life from the room.
Still, life with Alex was romance.
Never in her life had she done anything so brazen.
For the first time she thought about the fact that he had no commitment to them at all, yet he had risked his life for them.
If life had taught her anything it was that she could take care of herself.
I will spend all my life, and give all that I have, to lessen the distress and sorrow with which this world seems filled.
Everyone brightened at the sight of this pretty young woman, so soon to become a mother, so full of life and health, and carrying her burden so lightly.
I think I scared about ten years off my life too.
I keep warning you about the wild life, but you have to learn for yourself, don't you?
You can't just march into a person's life and disrupt it.
What was going on in his life right now?