I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.
Never complain, never explain. Resist the temptation to defend yourself or make excuses.
Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.
There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.
We could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.
I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the present, you’ll be a happy man. Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living now.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.
Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already 3-parts dead.
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud...
In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.