A Quote by Samuel Johnson

Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed. — © Samuel Johnson
Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.
We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.
A man is born alone and dies alone; and he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; and he goes alone to hell or the Supreme abode.
Many people are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed; they chew the bitter pill which they would not even know to be bitter if they had the sense to swallow it whole in a cup of patience and water.
Man who is created alone should be aware that he will also die alone. Yet during his life, he lives almost addicted to possessions... the only assets one can take with him when one dies is one's belief or disbelief
A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.
When an unbaked pot is broken, the potter can use the mud to make a new one; but when a baked one is broken, he cannot do the same any longer. So when a person dies in a state of ignorance, he is born again; but when he becomes well baked in the fire of true knowledge and dies a perfect man, he is not born again.
It's pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.
Nature, body, mind go to death, not we. We neither go nor come. The man Vivekananda is in nature, is born and dies. But the Self we see as Vivekananda is never born and never dies. It is the eternal and unchangeable Reality.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.
Man never dies, nor is he ever born; bodies die, but he never dies.
One is born, one lives, one dies. What death is, I don't know.
Most of us have love in our lives. Most of us love other people are are ourselves loved by others. But make no mistake: you are alone in the world. You were born alone, even if you were born conjoined. And you die alone, unable to bring a single person with you.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and - in spite of True Romance magazines - we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
Love is born of faith, lives on hope, and dies of charity.
So much of our lives is given over to the consideration of our imperfections that there is no time to improve our imaginary virtues. The truth is we only perfect our vices, and man is a worse creature when he dies than he was when he was born.
No man is born unto himself alone; Who lives unto himself, he lives to none.
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