Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering...
Oh to reach the point of death and realize one has not lived at all.
Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.
Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?
There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.
You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.
I can’t go on. I’ll go on.
The goal of all life is death.
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t.
If there is meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete.
Don’t lie to me. Don’t deceive me. Give me the truth. Even if it breaks me. A painful truth is better than a pleasant lie.
There’s never a right time to say goodbye.
Life’s hard, then you die.
How many deaths will it take ’till we know that too many people have died?
Solitude was my only consolation – deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.
There are no happy endings.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.