Two Lives Quotes by Jane Smiley, Poul Anderson, Fernando Pessoa, Paulo Coelho, Clarence Darrow, Richard Henry Stoddard and many others.

A novelist has two lives– a reading and writing life, and a lived life. he or she cannot be understood at all apart from this.
Two lives met across death and centuries. To ask what it meant is meaningless. There is no destiny. But sometimes there is bravery
We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.
Sometimes the Warrior feels as if he were living two lives at once.
Everyone is the heir to all that has gone before; his structure and emotional life is fixed, and no two children of nature have the same heredity. I believe everyone should and must live out what is in him. So no two lives can be the same.
We have two lives about us,Two worlds in which we dwell,Within us and without us,Alternate Heaven and Hell:-Without, the somber Real,Within, our hearts of hearts, the beautiful Ideal.
Hazel screamed at the top of her lungs, but it was a scream of delight. For the first time in her life-in her two lives-she felt absolutely unstoppable.
I thought, it’s a shame that we have to live, but it’s a tragedy that we get to live only one life, because if I’d had two lives, I would have spent one of them with her.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits Like a taxi throbbing waiting I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives.
There are only two lives we might live: our dream or our destiny. Sometimes they are one in the same, and sometimes they’re not. Often our dreams are just a path to our destinies.
The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurable contrasts between the two lives which it connects. It was the third of March, 1887, three months before I was seven years old.
I’ve always wanted two lives – one for the movies, one for myself.
His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about.
Who would fare better in this world of fitful time? Those who have seen the future and live only one life? Or those who have not seen the future and wait to live life? Or those who deny the future and live two lives?
There are two lives to each of us, the life of our actions, and the life of our minds and hearts. History reveals men’s deeds and their outward characters, but not themselves. There is a secret self that has its own life, unpenetrated and unguessed.
I didn’t think I belonged here in her world, a boy stuck between two lives, dragging the dangers of the wolves with me, but when she said my name, waiting for me to follow, I knew I’d do anything to stay with her.
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide.
I was getting money for showing one man killing another. Two lives were destroyed and I was getting paid for it. (On his 1968 photograph of the summary street corner execution of prisoner Nguyen Van Lem by South Vietnam’s police chief, Lt. Col. Nguyen Ngoc Loan.)
We have two lives, the life we learn with and the life we live with after that. Suffering is what brings us toward happiness.
The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives – the life of thought, and that of reality.
What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.
When one person mentors, two lives are changed.
I’m a southern girl, and I grew up with this slightly schizophrenic upbringing where I bounced back and forth between Atlanta, Georgia, and a tiny mountain town called Brevard, North Carolina. My parents were divorced, and my two lives were very different because of socioeconomic reasons.
Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.
Man lives two lives, woe, were it otherwise! One is seized by death, the other one, his honor, remains.
If only we could live two lives: the first in which to make one’s mistakes, and the second in which to profit by them.
I am just beginning to understand what it is to paint. A painter should have two lives, one in which to learn, and one in which to practice his art.
We all have two lives: an inner life and an outer life. Your inner life is your soul life, which includes your mind, will and emotions. Your outer life is your physical life. And while God cares about every detail of your life, He is more concerned with your inner life than your outer life.
If you’re living two lives and you’re lying to everyone, you’re bound to slip up, in some way, you’re bound to get something wrong, and you’re bound to get found out.
They say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s twice as painful, because you’re reliving two lives that traveled one road together.
Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone’s control, and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.
Virtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
We all have two lives. The one we are given and the one we create.
There are two lives, the natural and the spiritual, and we must lose the one before we can participate in the other.
Listening is a very active awareness of the coming together of at least two lives. Listening, as far as I’m concerned, is certainly a prerequisite of love. One of the most essential ways of saying ‘I love you’ is being a receptive listener.
We don’t have two lives-a “spiritual” life here and a “regular” life there. Our life in Christ is one unified lifestyle, and it is who we are wherever we are.
Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.
I gambled on having the strength to live two lives, one for myself and one for the world.
We all have two lives. The second one starts when we realize that we only have one
I have two lives, and all the problems I might have, I feel like I drop them once I step on to the match court.