I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
I don't understand a thing about this world: about people, and why they do the things they do. The more I find out, the more I uncover, the more I know, the less I understand.
Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish'a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow'to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
Because there was a hunger in me to see everything and do everything. I wanted to be everyone I saw. I wasn't enough for me. Can you understand that?
I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.
Always forgive, but never forget, else you will be a prisoner of your own hatred, and doomed to repeat your mistakes forever.
...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.
I will never deny that life isn't fair. It seems as though when a woman leaves a man she is strong and independent, but when a man leaves a woman he is a pig and a jerk.
You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?
All people know the same truth. Our lives consist of how we choose to distort it.
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.
It's such a shame to waste time. We always think we have so much of it.
I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.
Rules for happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.
Isn't it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years.
An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.
I am not my body. My body is nothing without me.
For what it's worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent state of goddamn mind. I've learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit.
I don't chase after anyone, If you wanna walk out of my life, then I'll hold the fucking door open for you.
Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life, but define yourself.
The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday.
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
I always felt like you had to be important to have enemies.
If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood.
You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
How quick come the reasons for approving what we like.
Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase?
I DON'T CARE!" Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!""You do care," said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.
It is after all so easy to shatter a story. To break a chain of thought. To ruin a fragment of a dream being carried around carefully like a piece of porcelain. To let it be, to travel with it, as Velutha did, is much the harder thing to do.
I had a dream about you last night. I could fly. I was going to use this power to impress you, but you were too heavy to carry, so I won you over with my personality instead
Parla come magni,' It means, 'Speak the way you eat,' or in my personal translation: 'Say it like you eat it.' It's a reminder - when you're making a big deal out of explaining something, when you're searching for the right words - to keep your language as simple and direct as Roman rood. Don't make a big production out of it. Just lay it on the table.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things..
This is the real secret of life -- to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.
Every single time you help somebody stand up you are helping humanity rise.
I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories... water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.
Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the center of the world.
Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
One of the tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon - instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.
You were put on this earth to achieve your greatest self, to live out your purpose, and to do it courageously.
The world's greatest achievers have been those who have always stayed focussed on their goals and have been consistent in their efforts.
You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.
Even chance meetings are the result of karma'¦ Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there's no such thing as coincidence.