It is precisely the uncertainty of this world that makes life worth living.
If nature were not beautiful, it would not be worth knowing, and if nature were not worth knowing, life would not be worth living.
The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.
If life is worth living for so is it worth dying.
Life is worth living but not worth thinking about
The most audacious thing I could possibly state in this day and age is that life is worth living. It's worth being bashed against. It's worth getting scarred by. It's worth pouring yourself over every one of its coals.
A life lived unexplored is a life not worth living.
Maybe you think life is not worth living, but is death worth dying for?
There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.
How could you explain to someone that sometimes it was not worth living in the past when the past was all that they had worth living for?
It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.
A dream isn't worth living if you don't have friends to live it with.
What’s worth living for? what’s worth dying for? what’s completely foolish to pursue?
Uncertainty doesn't make life worth living, quite, but it does make striving and gambling worth attempting.
Values carry the message of shared purposes, standards and conceptions of what is worth living for and what is worth striving for.
Because of dreams, success is worth pursuing. Because of love, life is worth living.
Socrates once said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." I would expand on his thought by suggesting, "The unexamined society is not worth living in.
I know many lives worth living.
Life isn't worth living, unless it is lived for someone else.
The unexamined life is not worth living.
Why do you live? Because I have something worth living for.