Echoes

In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

The person who has lived the most is not the one who has lived the longest, but the one with the richest experiences.

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

The point is, not how long you live, but how nobly you live. And often this living nobly means that you cannot live long.

The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them... Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn't matter to me … Going to bed at night saying we've done something wonderful... that's what matters to me.

Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived long, and yet lived but a little. Make use of time while it is present with you. It depends upon your will, and not upon the number of days, to have a sufficient length of life. Is it possible you can imagine never to arrive at the place towards which you are continually going? and yet there is no journey but hath its end. And, if company will make it more pleasant or more easy to you, does not all the world go the self-same way?

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, honorable, compassionate.

The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.

Life is a journey, not a destination.

Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.

As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.

It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live.

I am endeavouring to live every day as if it were a complete life.

Do not, my soul, seek immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.

It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a great deal of it.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

We are here to add what we can to, not to get what we can from, Life.

A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.

Our bodies are perishable, wealth is not at all permanent and death is always nearby. Therefore we must immediately engage in acts of merit.

As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.