Like most working moms, my life is a constant juggling act.
Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.
My private life is a lot more ladylike and less sultry than the fashion photos I imagine.
Life is a journey. When we stop, things don't go right.
Life is a journey and it's about growing and changing and coming to terms with who and what you are and loving who and what you are.
Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
Life is a lively process of becoming.
All life is a manifestation of the spirit, the manifestation of love.
For most men life is a search for the proper manila envelope in which to get themselves filed.
Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.
There was a moth in there, and it still had its wings crumpled up, and it was just starting to pump its wings up. Life continues in lots of places, and life is a magical thing.
I am not going to be licked by tragedy, as life is a challenge, and we must carry on and work for the living as well as mourn for the dead.
I don't like going where I've already been. Life is a myriad of territories to discover. I don't want to waste time with what I already know.
So much of life is a negotiation - so even if you're not in business, you have opportunities to practice all around you.
Life is a never-ending stream of problems that must be confronted, surmounted, and/or solved.
Life isn't like a book. Life isn't logical or sensible or orderly. Life is a mess most of the time. And theology must be lived in the midst of that mess.
Every perfect life is a parable invented by God.
Life is a precious gift - a gift we often take for granted until it is threatened.
Life is a school of probability.