A Quote by Mark Spitz

Life is everchanging, if you cease to change, you cease to live. — © Mark Spitz
Life is everchanging, if you cease to change, you cease to live.
Life is change, to cease to change is to cease to live; yet if you may shed a tear beside the death-bed of an old friend, let not your heart be silent on the dissolving of a faith.
Neither love nor fire can subsist without perpetual motion; both cease to live so soon as they cease to hope, or to fear.
To cease to think creatively is to cease to live
It may be that we cease; we cannot tell. Even if we cease, life is a miracle.
When you cease to dream you cease to live.
O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
To lose faith in oneself is to cease to create; to cease to create is to cease to exist.
Virtue is not a chemical product...it is a historic product, like language and literature; and this means that if we cease to care about it, cease to cultivate it, cease to transmit its funded values, a large part of it will become meaningless, like a dead language to which we have lost the key.
All such action would cease if those powerful elemental forces were to cease stirring within us.
You must cease from looking at human mistakes and look at successes; cease from seeing faults and see virtues.
There seems to be a terrible misunderstanding on the part of a great many people to the effect that when you cease to believe you may cease to behave.
We will cease to be angry once we cease to be so hopeful.
There are five things which no one is able to accomplish in this world: first, to cease growing old when he is growing old; second, to cease being sick; third, to cease dying; fourth, to deny dissolution when there is dissolution; fifth, to deny non-being.
When people cease to complain, they cease to think.
It is very easy to say that your opponents have been guilty of a breach of faith, but it is a great mistake to splash the paint about so freely that your words cease to have any real meaning and cease to carry any sense of affront even to those to whom they are applied and cease to bear any connection with any genuine feeling of indignation on the part of those on whose behalf they are spoken.
When you cling, life is destroyed; when you hold on to anything, you cease to live.
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