People are where they are because that's exactly where they really want to be. . . whether
they'll admit that or not.
I really admire your shoes. And as much as I'd like to have a pair just like them, I really
wouldn't want to be in your shoes at this particular time and place.
Two things I do value a lot, intimacy and the capacity for joy, didn't seem to be on anyone
else's list.
Part of us is always the observer, and no matter what, it observes. It watches us. It
does not care if we are happy or unhappy, if we are sick or well, if we live or die. Its only
job is to sit there on our shoulder and pass judgment on whether we are worthwhile human beings.
Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories; we make them what
we will. It's a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it's a way
of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time. Everyone who tells a story tells it differently,
just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to
be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing
for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It's all there, but hard to
find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. The best you can do is admire the cat's
cradle, and maybe knot it up a bit more. History should be a hammock for swinging and a game for
playing, the way cats play. Claw it, chew it, rearrange it and at bedtime it's still a ball of
string full of knots. Nobody should mind.
It's always the same with diversions; you get involved.
I don't know because I don't think about it much in those terms. I don't think about what
is the greatest thing that ever happened to me. It seems to me that things don't last long anyway.
Your high points and your low points. High points don't last that long, it's a high and it happens.
It's great at the moment, but you really can't live on it. There's gotta be something higher -
and lower. But I have all kinds of ups and downs, highs and lows, I'm always chasing them.
There's only one opinion that counts. It's your opinion. It may be wrong, but it's yours
and that's the one that counts.
I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it
again.
If you just set people in motion they'll heal themselves.
She who loves roses must be patient and not cry out when she is pierced by thorns.
Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire.
Her life is a facade of colors drawn with the crayon of hope. She's naïve enough to think
her mystical dream of love will someday be a reality. Her wistful heart will not listen to the
candor of her conscience.
Make everything as simple as possible, but not simpler.
Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.
I am certain of nothing, but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of
imagination.
People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.
We must not only give what we have, but also give what we are.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
Sic transit gloria mundi. (So passes away the glory of this world.)
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than
the risk it took to blossom.
Be sure the going up is worth the coming down.
The world is his canvas, and he wants to take up sculpting.
Learn the true topography; the monstrous and wonderful archetypes are not inside you, not
inside your consciousness; you are inside them, trapped and howling to get out.
If you must fight, pick only worthy adversaries.
I had liked it once, but once was not now.
I don't know about you, but I take comfort in that. It's good knowing he's out there,
taking it easy for all us sinners.
That boy lives inside his own heart. That's an awful big place to be.
Sometimes, I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing
there was someone like you out there.
It suits you perfectly. It is a divine name. It has music of its own. It produces
vibrations.
I am sick to death of cleverness. Everybody is clever nowadays. You can't go anywhere
without meeting clever people. The thing has become a public nuisance. I wish to goodness we
had a few fools left.
Sometimes, he is so serious that I think he cannot be quite well.
As a man sows, so shall he reap.
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
My hands. I never know what to do with my hands.
Man has no soul or heart, he has only a mind.
Resentment is just my way of holding on.
I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my
parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out.
She's been everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own.
There're pieces of me you've never seen.
Paint a rainbow inside of you, paint a rainbow, let your smile shine through. When it's
cold and gray, push the clouds away, paint a rainbow in your heart.
God help you if you are an ugly girl, 'course too pretty is also your doom, 'cause everyone
harbors a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room; and God help you if you are a phoenix,
and you dare to rise up from the ash, a thousand eyes will smolder you with jealousy, while you're
just flying past.
Have you ever just like completely given up on some one and then something happens and you
go, 'oh my god, there is so much more to this person than I ever dreamed. . .'?
People told me I shouldn't take everything too seriously, and I didn't listen. Now I wish
I had, because I tormented myself over every little thing. What's bad is, when you get to age 19,
you're looking back thinking, 'I wish I could be young again and just have a better time.'
I still miss my Ex, but my aim is getting better.
He squeezed his eyes shut as if that could somehow keep the voices away.
For a long time, I did not know who I was, I did not know what I wanted. I was crushed by
peer pressure, and I listened to a lot of people because I was told by a lot of people around me
that I was a moron. And now I've realized that it's not me that's fucked up. It's the rest of
the world. I'm certainly not a genius, but I believe I've found myself.
We are hard pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;
persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed.
Big problems will pull you together. It's the little things that tear you apart.
