Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Life is filled with detours and dead ends, trials and challenges of every kind. Each of us has likely had times when distress, anguish, and despair almost consumed us.
Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.
The meaning of life. The wasted years of life. The poor choices of life. God answers the mess of life with one word: 'grace.'
I am weary of happiness, both as a word and as a concept.
The word 'suffering' is not in my vocabulary.
While we yearn for peace, we live in a world burdened with hunger, pain, anguish, loneliness, sickness, and sorrow.
Life is a battle between faith and reason in which each feeds upon the other, drawing sustenance from it and destroying it.
Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of the earth is multiform.
Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one's will. Virtue, good, evil are nothing but words, unless one takes them apart in order to build something with them; they do not win their true meaning until one knows how to apply them.
Life is apogee, apex, decline; life is death - and everything else is open to discussion.