My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.
You’ve already decided what you’re going to do, and all that’s left is to set the wheels in motion. I mean, it’s your life. Basically, you gotta go with what you think is right.
I’ll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.
In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.
Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it’s time for them to be hurt.
This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.
If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price.
Don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it’d lose even its imperfection.
Life doesn’t require ideals. It requires standards of action.
The sad truth is that certain types of things can’t go backward. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can’t go back the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then that’s how it will stay forever.
Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience.
Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.
The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one’s eyes without seeing anything.
Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?
So the fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent.
But what seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else.
Distance might not solve anything, no matter how far you run.
Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.
Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.
Have you ever had that feeling – that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?