You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
Choose your enemies carefully ’cause they will define you Make them interesting ’cause in some ways they will mind you They’re not there in the beginning but when your story ends Gonna last with you longer than your friend.
Ah me, thou Destiny, Giver of evil gifts.
You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.
He stood at the window of the empty cafe and watched the activites in the square and he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all.
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
Anything that doesn’t take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.
Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.
It is personal. That’s what an education does. It makes the world personal.
Deep in each man is the knowledge that something knows of his existence. Something knows, and cannot be fled nor hid from.
They spoke less and less between them until at last they were silent altogether as is often the way with travelers approaching the end of a journey.
What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.
You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.
The trouble with a liar is he can’t remember what he said.
He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.
My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That’s heaven. That’s gold, and anything else is just a waste of time.
Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.