Marcel Proust Quotes

The modern meaning of life's end-when does it end? How does it end? How should it end? What is the value of life? How do we measure it?

God did not give me my life to throw it away.

We must be careful with our lives, for Christ's sake, because it would seem that they are the only lives we are going to have in this puzzling and perilous world, and so they are very precious and what we do with them matters enormously.

If you can't save your own life, is it even worth saving?

As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious

Every life is precious.

I believe life is precious; I believe that to the marrow of my bones.

I think life is precious from beginning to end.

Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.

One life is worth the universe. Poe was able to go right into the very depth of life and to demonstrate this.

Life is very precious.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

When your life is threatened, whether it's by human beings or by disease or whatever, you come to appreciate life.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

We don't ever realize how precious life is while we're living it.

I think any time you hear that you're about to paralyze yourself, or even worse, it's just scary because you start to realize how precious life is.

The question any novel is really trying to answer is, Is life worth living?

The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible--and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else.

Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.

This life is filled with threats and danger, David. We face those that we have to face, and there will be times when we must make the choice to act for the greater good, even at risk to ourselves, but we do not lay down our lives needlessly. Each of us has only one life to live, and one life to give. There is no glory in throwing it away where there is no hope.

Life is short, and therefore, one thing being certain, death, let us take up a great ideal, and give up the whole life to it. For what is the value of life, this vegetating little low life of man? Subordinating it to one high ideal is the only value that life has.

You can't be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About your life.

All human life is precious.

The life is worth living. It's not true, what the tired and reactionary say. We're not on this earth to suffer and die. We're here to fulfill a mission.

Do you know the only value life has is what life puts upon itself? And it is of course overestimated, for it is of necessity prejudiced in its own favour. Take that man I had aloft. He held on as if he were a precious thing, a treasure beyond diamonds of rubies. To you? No. To me? Not at all. To himself? Yes. But I do not accept his estimate. He sadly overrates himself. There is plenty more life demanding to be born. Had he fallen and dripped his brains upon the deck like honey from the comb, there would have been no loss to the world. The supply is too large.