When I was little, I had this science book. There was a section on ‘What would happen to the world if there was no friction?’ Answer: ‘Everything on earth would fly into space from the centrifugal force of revolution.’ That was my mood.
It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.
You got to know your limits. Once is enough, but you got to learn. A little caution never hurt anyone. A good woodsman has only one scar on him. No more, no less.
No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.
As long as you have the courage to admit mistakes, things can be turned around.
I don’t know, there’s something about you. Say there’s an hourglass: the sand’s about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.
Each individual has their own unique color, which shines faintly around the contours of their body. Like a halo. Or a backlight. I’m able to see those colors clearly.
A strange, terrific force unlike anything I’ve ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will – over and over.
He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.
It’s because of you when I’m in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.
Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they’ll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.
Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.
Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.
We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.
An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.
Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.
Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.
Listen up – there’s no war that will end all wars.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.