Top 626 Lived Quotes

When I was a very little boy, I lived underneath the air pattern of LaGuardia airport in New York and I watched the planes fly to their destinations. I was in love with the design of these airplanes.

If we did end tomorrow, I would be so stoked and proud of everything I’ve done and how I lived my life. I feel like I’ve had enough experiences for multiple lives.

We have lived with deadly levels of air pollution for years, which have made us more vulnerable to coronavirus.

We lived many lives in those whirling campaigns, never sparing ourselves; yet when we achieved, and the new world dawned, the old men came out again and took our victory to re-make in the likeness of the former world they knew.

When I was a kid, I never thought about anything. Never had to think about where I was going to school or what I was going to do. I just lived minute to minute.

For every person who has ever lived there has come, at last, a spring he will never see. Glory then in the springs that are yours.

I was raised in a Baptist household, went to a Catholic church, lived in a Jewish neighborhood, and had the biggest crush on the Muslim girls from one neighborhood over.

I lived at home and I cycled every morning to the railway station to travel by train to Johannesburg followed by a walk to the University, carrying sandwiches for my lunch and returning in the evening the same way.

The weather is the worst. I lived many years in Lisbon and then went to Monaco, places that are similar in terms of weather and food. In Manchester, it’s eight or nine months of cold, and that makes a difference, but apart from that, I’m really enjoying the city.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

As a kid growing up St. Louis, Missouri, I lived in a predominantly black neighborhood. Any time people talked about slavery, it was always something like, ‘If I was a slave, I wouldn’t have been putting up with that. I would have been out in a heartbeat.’ And it’s like, sure, it’s a very easy thing to say.

That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

My mother is white. My biological father is black. When my mother was 17, she got pregnant. They lived in Waterloo, Iowa, which at the time in 1971 was a very segregated society.

I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.

To see this place would truly be worth a trip to India in itself, and from the spirit of the religion that lived here one can learn more in an hour of viewing than from all the books ever written.

My grandfather lived to be late 90s on one side and on the other side, 70s or something. And my father died young, at 63. But he didn’t take very good care of himself.

Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

My mum and dad ran a family cafe in Sligo for 35 years and worked long hours. We grew up in a very hard-working family and had a lovely atmosphere, as we lived above the restaurant. It definitely made me want to work hard, whatever I chose to do. As the baby of seven kids, I was definitely a bit spoilt.

I learned from Jimi Hendrix. They all wanted him to do the tricks, and at the end of his career, he just wanted to play. I lived longer than he did, and I can see how those pressures can really play with your head.

These are not dark days: these are great days – the greatest days our country has ever lived.

I lived the stuff that Jackie Collins writes about.

No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.

My father lived life to the fullest, even though it was cut short at a young age in 1962. He was known for his intelligence, wit, wisdom, a wonderful sense of humour, a great personality, and a genuine goodwill towards all.

I’ve always admired gardens. My father was a great nature lover and would always take me for walks. We lived not too far away from huge rhododendron estates and azalea estates, and when they’re in bloom in England, they’re just riotous.

Race prejudice can’t be talked down, it must be lived down.

Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.

Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.

For the first few years we lived in a tiny rented cottage at the bottom of a friend’s garden. We often joked that there was plenty of film in the fridge, but not too much food!

The British do not expect happiness. I had the impression, all the time that I lived there, that they do not want to be happy; they want to be right.

Dad was a baker, and we lived above the bakery, so I was always popping down to have an apple pie or a doughnut or a custard or gypsy tart: I had a very sweet tooth, and I think that that was what got me into doing what I do now.

As to war, I am and always was a great enemy, at the same time a warrior the greater part of my life and were I young again, should still be a warrior while ever this country should be invaded and I lived.

Selam is our most complete skeleton of a three-year-old girl who lived and died 3.3 million years ago. She belongs to the species known as Australopithecus afarensis.

New Orleans. Born and raised. I lived there until I was 19.

I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.

We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives… inside ourselves.

I had a series of jobs in the small fishing village in West Wales where my family lived when I was a teenager. I worked as a fisherman in the day, and then the skipper and his wife ran a small restaurant – she’d cook the fish he caught.

Over the years, as I lived in low-income housing, collected government assistance, and lived well under the poverty level as I put myself through college, the comments people made about poor people started to sting. The poor are dirty. Hoarders. Their houses are a mess. Their kids are wild, untamed, and feral-looking.

For 10 years while I was at ESPN, I lived at the Residence Inn in Southington, Connecticut, near Bristol. I did that because my wife had a great job in New York City, and we had a place in New York City, at 54th and 8th. On Friday, I would come back, and then on Sunday evening I would go back to the Residence Inn.

I grew up in Gothenburg, Sweden. I also lived in Ghana for four years and in Australia for one year. My dad was working abroad so we traveled with him. My mom is Indian and was adopted in Sweden.

I met my husband, Jacob, in medical school. We married and went to live in Hawaii where his family lived. It was very beautiful, but I wasn’t used to being on an island and needed wide open spaces. Eventually we moved to Maine, New England.

I really feel like life will dictate itself. You should allow it to unfold as naturally as possible. Just go with the flow. When you’re really desperate, you say a few prayers and hope for the best. That’s the way I’ve always lived my life.

I once lived in a cottage made entirely of wood, and there was an electrical fire. We all ran outside, and no one got hurt, but the house was demolished.

I’ve never lived in north or west London, so I’d like to come out of my comfort zone for a bit. But Stoke Newington is where my heart is, it’s where I’m born and bred.

I’m tired of living the vanilla, non-offensive life. I think that’s a really sad way to spend my life, and I lived it like that because that’s what I was brought up in, taught to not rock the ship.

We learned that kicking down doors to free children from carpet factories isn’t enough to stop child labour – we had to tackle the underlying poverty in which their families lived, through education.

The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life, in living life happily, as it should be lived. Living for the moment.

Mother Nature is always speaking. She speaks in a language understood within the peaceful mind of the sincere observer. Leopards, cobras, monkeys, rivers and trees; they all served as my teachers when I lived as a wanderer in the Himalayan foothills.

I lived in Moscow for four years and really, really enjoyed it, and I have a really deep love for the Russian language and Russian culture.

My parents weren’t around much, but I assumed everybody’s family was the same. I didn’t know people had mummies and daddies who would give them milk and cookies after school. I just thought everybody lived on Central Park West and they had a nanny to take care of them.

I have a fundamentally hopeful view about people, and that might merely be a reflection of the fact that I’ve lived an incredibly privileged life in a very wealthy nation without a lot of the struggles that most of the world has to face.

We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread.