Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don't.
Live in the present, remember the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.
It's possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief . . . lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it's not so overwhelming.
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.
Maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.
Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.
You're alive only once, as far as we know, and what could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn't lived it?
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.
Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?