“How much of our lives could we buy back if we cherished our lives instead of our trinkets?”
Gerry Spence (1929) American lawyer
Source: Give Me Liberty! (1998), Ch. 17 : Success Redefined, p. 199
Source: The Wee Free Men
“How much of our lives could we buy back if we cherished our lives instead of our trinkets?”
Gerry Spence (1929) American lawyer
Source: Give Me Liberty! (1998), Ch. 17 : Success Redefined, p. 199
Daniel J. Boorstin (1914–2004) American historian
Source: The Image: A Guide to Pseudo-Events in America (1961), p. 261.
Dave Eggers (1970) memoirist, novelist, short story writer, editor, publisher
You Shall Know Our Velocity! (2002)
John Twelve Hawks book Spark
Spark (2014)
“We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.”
Carlos Ruiz Zafón book The Angel's Game
Source: The Angel's Game
“How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past?”
John Steinbeck book The Grapes of Wrath
Source: The Grapes of Wrath (1939)
Michael Allen Fox (1940)
Home: A Very Short Introduction https://books.google.it/books?id=CyShDQAAQBAJ&pg=PT0 (Oxford University Press, 2017), ch. 7.
James Woods (1947) American film, stage and television actor
The Tonight Show with Jay Leno, 11 September 2006
Pearl S. Buck (1892–1973) American writer
Source: My Several Worlds (1954), p. 208
Context: The wild winds had been sown and the whirlwinds were gathering... and I was reaping what I had not sown... None of us could escape the history of the centuries before any of us had been born, and with which we had nothing to do. We had not, I think, ever committed even a mild unkindness against a Chinese, and certainly we had devoted ourselves to justice for them, we had taken sides against our own race again and again for their sakes, sensitive always to injustices which others had committed and were still committing. But nothing mattered today, neither the kindness nor the cruelty. We were in hiding for our lives because we were white.
James Stephens (1882–1950) Irish writer
"The Road", line 1, in Songs from the Clay (London: Macmillan, 1915) p. 97.