50th Birthday Shayari Quotes & Sayings

Death is not the enemy. A life lived without love is the enemy. — Tom Shadyac

We can only be here. We can't leave. We are always here. — Steve Hagen

But if I spend [all] my time *reading* about adventures, I won't actually be *having* them. — Lisa Kleypas

In my early to mid-20s, a fear of confrontation made it difficult for me to end relationships in a mature or even quasi-sane way. Instead, I would hang on resentfully, praying that my doomed beau would end things first and spare me the displeasure. To add hindrance to hang-up, the men I chose were usually just as stoic as I was. — Koren Zailckas

... Aedion Ashryer let himself be led into the darkness ...
He did not mind dying.
Though he still wished he'd gotten a chance to see her - just once. — Sarah J. Maas

My first published novel, 'American Rust,' took three and a half years of full-time work to write. But I wrote two apprentice novels before that. — Philipp Meyer

There are two ways," he told me, "and they are love and not love. I choose love. — Tony Jones

I have the opportunity, once more to right some wrongs, to pray for peace, to plant some trees, and sing more joyful songs. — William Arthur Ward

We're too young to want to stop living, because after all, we shouldn't stop something we haven't even started. — Anonymous

It is essential to collectively struggle to recover our status as Daughters of the Earth. In that is our strength, and the security, not in the predator, but in the security of our Mother, for our future generations. In that we can insure our security as the Mothers of our Nations. — Winona LaDuke

For feverish mornings after he left, she lay awake in that guest room in their house, in the rumples of the sheet he had slept in. She would get him on every turn: his aftershave lingering on the sides of the pillow that sometimes caught her, waking up from her dreams of him, in nuclear nights, his gaze: drenching her like water drops on burning rocks. She herself didn't have any smell. He had to really lean in the first time to make out the attar amidst the freckles on her neck. And then there would be at least two, never only one: Jasmine and that other thing that he could never place- a smell that was between imitation pearls and the insides of a Durga Puja afternoon. On some days even in Simla, this she, would waft in by his collars nonchalantly.'
('Left from Dhakeshwari') — Kunal Sen

War! war! war!
Heaven aid the right!
God move the hero's arm in the fearful fight!
God send the women sleep in the long, long night,
When the breasts on whose strength they leaned shall heave no more. — Edmund Clarence Stedman

I was very lucky to have a mother who encouraged me to become a poet. — Philip Levine