Every exit is an entry somewhere.
We all are worms, but I do believe I am a glow worm.
Perhaps we are looking at this from a wrong perspective; this search for the truth, the
meaning of life, the reason of God. We all have this mind-set that the answers are so complex
and so vast that it is almost impossible to comprehend.
I think, on the contrary, that the answers are so simple; so simple that it is staring us
straight in the face, screaming its lungs out, and yet we fail to notice it. We're looking
through a telescope, searching the stars for the answer, when the answer is actually a speck of
dirt on the telescope's lens.
Victims. . . aren't we all?
I am nothing and should be everything.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been
born at all.
You should never, ever doubt what nobody is sure of.
I exist because of destiny, and possess a destiny because I exist.
All that is gold does not stay.
Whatever you want, wants you.
"Ha-ha," said Eeyore bitterly. "Merriment and what-not. Don't apologize. It's just what
would happen."
Even at the very bottom of the river, I didn't think to myself, `is this a hearty joke or
the merest accident'. I just thought, `it's wet'.
And the Small and Sorry Rabbit rushed through the mist at the noise, and it suddenly turned
into Tigger; a Friendly Tigger, a Grand Tigger, a Large and Helpful Tigger, a Tigger who bounced,
if he bounced at all, in just the beautiful way a Tigger ought to bounce.
You can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right;
but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply doesn't count.
Perhaps, if I am very lucky, the feeble efforts of my lifetime will someday be noticed,
and maybe, in some small way, they will be acknowledged as the greatest works of genius ever
created by Man.
Why compare yourself with others? No one in the entire world can do a better job of being
you than you.
I am more than I know myself to be.
My boyfriend used to ask his mother, 'How can I find the right woman for me?' and she would
answer, 'Don't worry about finding the right woman - concentrate on becoming the right man.'
When you come to the edge of all the light you have, and must take a step into the darkness
of the unknown, believe that one of two things will happen to you: either there will be something
solid for you to stand on, or, you will be taught how to fly.
I realize that humor isn't for everyone. It's only for people who want to have fun.
Nobody can be exactly like me. Even I have trouble doing it.
. . . follow the example of Beth Graham, the envy of all the girls in my summer camp. It
seemed every guy at camp wanted to be Beth's boyfriend. None of the girls could figure it out.
Beth wasn't exactly the supermodel type: She had braces and a prominent nose, a flat chest, and
big thighs. It took me an entire summer of watching Beth closely to figure out why all the guys
liked her so much: She had incredible self-confidence. She didn't seem the least bit insecure
about her decidedly average looks. In fact, she seemed proud. Because she was so comfortable
with herself, others felt comfortable around her. . . So instead of beating yourself up because
your hips and thighs are too full, try not to focus too much on the way you look.
Most of all we hate collective identity: every day of your pathetic life you are being put
into a little box by society by the way you look or the bands you listen to. Collective identity
sucks. Be an individual, don't make it easy to be dismissed in a sentence.
When you finally make the ends meet, they move the ends.
Don't look to me. Don't ask for help. Don't ask for anything that you can do yourself.
. . . and so castles made of sand slip into the sea eventually.
There's always a price for what you want.
My father always spoke that way. In the third person. He and she, as though we were
characters in a drama, playing parts that had been written for us. Not as though we were real
ourselves.
There's nothing to do anymore. Everything decent has been done. All the great themes
have been used up, turned into theme parks. So I don't really find it exactly cheerful to be
living in the middle of a totally exhausted decade where there's nothing to look forward to and
no one to look up to.
If I am what I have and what I have is lost, who then am I?
I know the argument, friend. It's the great theory of history. I've heard it before. It
says when things ain't good, instead of getting down and doing something about it, instead of
changing your life, it's a hell of a lot easier to blame somebody else. And it just don't wash
in my book.
It all comes," said Rabbit sternly, "of eating too much. I thought at the time," said
Rabbit, "only I didn't like to say anything," said Rabbit, "that one of us was eating too much,"
said Rabbit, "and I knew it wasn't me," he said.
"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh.
"Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, `What are you going
to do, Christopher Robin?' and you say, `Oh, nothing' and then you go and do it. It means just
going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering."
Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream and looked at himself in the
water. 'Pathetic,' he said. 'That's what it is. Pathetic.' He turned and walked slowly down
the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then
he looked at himself in the water again. 'As I thought,' he said. 'No better from this side.'
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark burn out in a brilliant
blaze than it be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in
magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
Now is not the time to cling to what was, but to amend what is.
Know this, and remember it well, that nothing is ever as it seems to be.
Sad sometimes as it can be, I believe to prosper from what is given instead of wallowing
in despair.
I am what I am, but sometimes I'm not.
I'll kiss them everyday and tell them that they don't have to be anybody because I know
that being somebody doesn't make you anybody anyway.
The daylight faded into darkness and still he sat, waiting patiently for her to wake. He
studied the line of her body as she lay sleeping, the curve of her hip and shoulder, the soft
rounding of her back. She was such a tiny thing, just a little bit of flesh and bone beneath the
coverings, the smallest spark of life. He marveled at the texture of her skin, at the coloring,
the abscence of flaws. She might have been molded by some great artist whose reflection and
skill had created a once-and-only masterpiece. . .
