Charles Van Doren: I've stood on the shoulders of life and I've never gotten down into the dirt to build, to erect a foundation of my own. I've flown too high on borrowed wings. Everything came too easy.
If the hours are long enough and the pay is short enough, someone will say it's women's work.
But something he'd come to realize on the roof, leaning out, thinking about what would happen if he leaned too far, was that a boy's life could still matter to himself.
To not feel like such a “third wheel,” I rode my tricycle to the restaurant where they were having their first date. I didn’t bring my wallet, so I hope they don’t mind paying for my dinner too. Ah, but that’s life, no?
If life must not be taken too seriously, then so neither must death.
The chief danger in life is that you may take too many precautions.
Life is too large to hang out a sign: 'For Men Only.'
I don't believe there is any point in holding on to too many things in life.
One can never take the cynicism one comes across in life too seriously.
I'm just like you. I enjoy the forbidden fruits in life, too.
Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment.
I create with my heart, so life and work inevitably intersect all too often.
Too many people dwell on the past: the thing is to get on with life.
You are too blessed to ever dare to settle for an empty life.
Life has too many disappointments to make room for negativity.
Life is too precious to waste any of it regretting the past.
Never be too confident or doubtful when everything is uncertain in life.
We would be in each other's lives again. No, he hadn't been the best father, but he was my father, and we loved each other. We needed each other. Though he'd disappointed me countless times through the years, life had already proven too short for me ...
Trying to remember old dreams. A voice. Who came in. And meanwhile the rain, all day, all evening, quiet steady sound. Before it grew too dark watched the blue iris leaning under the rain, the flame of the poppies guttered and went out. A voice. Almo...
You've turned out good. You've made me proud, Markos. I am fifty-five years old. I have waited all my life to hear those words. Is it too late now for this? For us? Have we squandered too much for too long? Part of me thinks it is better to go on as ...
If there isn't too much, there is too little.
