A Quote by Albert Schweitzer

The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives. — © Albert Schweitzer
The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.
There are three sayings I live by, and one of them is 'The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.' That's what losing a job is like. That's why we have to bring them back.
The tragedy of life is in what dies inside a man while he lives - the death of genuine feeling, the death of inspired response, the awareness that makes it possible to feel the pain or the glory of other men in yourself.
Death is not the greatest tragedy in life. The greatest tragedy is what dies inside us while we live. We need not fear death. We need fear only that we may exist without having sensed something of the possibilities that lie within human existence.
The tragedy of life is what dies in the hearts and souls of people while they live.
A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.
To write tragedy, a man must feel tragedy. To feel tragedy, a man must be aware of the world in which he lives. Not only with his mind, but with his blood and sinews.
One, Andrew Carnegie said, ‘He who dies with wealth dies in shame.’ And someone once said, ‘He who gives while he lives also knows where it goes.’
Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy.
When one man dies it is a tragedy, when thousands die it's statistics.
It was a total and absolute surprise to find out that what was inside the concentration camps was a sea of skeletons. What is clear to me, therefore, is that while the tragedy of war grinds on, the contemporary aesthetics of the tragedy seem not only confused but, in some way, suspicious.
I believe in two things: One, Andrew Carnegie said, 'He who dies with wealth dies in shame.' And someone once said, 'He who gives while he lives also knows where it goes.'
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.
I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.
No good thing is ever lost. Nothing dies, not even life which gives up one form only to resume another. No good action, no good example dies. It lives forever in our race. While the frame moulders and disappears, the deed leaves an indelible stamp, and molds the very thought and will of future generations.
Everything in life requires a bit of faith, but for me it is knowing what is going on inside my head, inside my soul, and in both our personal lives and professional lives, we need to know how we are, to be able to have a good life.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
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