She has something to say about what life is like-which is all we ask of poetry.
A lot of people criticize Formula 1 as an unnecessary risk. But what would life be like if we only did what is necessary?
Life is like a concentration camp. . . you can't leave without dying.
Life is like a recycling center, where all the concerns and dramas of humankind get recycled back and forth across the universe. But what you have to offer is your own sensibility, maybe your own sense of humor or insider pathos or meaning. All of us can sing the same song, and there will still be four billion different renditions.
My life is like a music-hall,Where, in the impotence of rage,Chained by enchantment to my stall,I see myself upon the stageDance to amuse a music-hall.
Life is like a box of Hand grenades,You never know what will blow you to kingdom come
Life is like a box of chocolates.
Life is like a beach chair when you can afford one
Life is like a mountain: after climbing up one side and sliding down the other, put up the sled.
Life is like a game, there could be many players. If you don't play with them, they'll play with you.
What would our lives be like if we could all be happy no matter what?
Life is like a typographical error: we're constantly writing and rewriting things over each other.
Life is like a rose, peeping through the hardships of life to bloom with color.
Life. . . by Marshall Mathers. . . What is life ? Life is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down. . . And everytime you think you gotten past it It's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
This wordly life is like a shadow. If you try to catch it, you will never be able to do so. If you turn your back towards it, it has no choice but to follow you.
Life is like unto a long journey with a heavy burden.
Life is like therapy - real expensive and no guarantees.
Life is like dancing. . . changing all the time.
Life is like music for its own sake. We are living in an eternal now, and when we listen to music we are not listening to the past, we are not listening to the future, we are listening to an expanded present.
Life is like a field of newly fallen snow. Where I choose to walk every step will show.