The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.
Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.
It's not the men in your life that matters, it's the life in your men.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it is over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it.
Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.
I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud...
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.
Keep your best wishes, close to your heart and watch what happens
Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unravelling it, don't say that you've wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being.
It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.
You cannot change what you are, only what you do.
Who says life is fair, where is that written?
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain.
I can see how it might be possible for a man to look down upon the earth and be an atheist, but I cannot conceive how a man could look up into the heavens and say there is no God.