It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can't even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It's simply a matter of is and is no longer.
You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.
I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.
No one should ever ask themselves that: why am I unhappy? The question carries within it the virus that will destroy everything. If we ask that question, it means we want to find out what makes us happy. If what makes us happy is different from what we have now, then we must either change once and for all or stay as we are, feeling even more unhappy.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That's what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul - would you understand why that's much harder?
We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.
Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure.
This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.
All opinions are not equal. Some are a very great deal more robust, sophisticated and well supported in logic and argument than others.
The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.
To travel is to live.
A kind gesture can reach a wound that only compassion can heal.
Life isn't as serious as the mind makes it out to be.
And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
But I don't believe that life is supposed to make you feel good, or to make you feel miserable either. Life is just supposed to make you feel.
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
Hardships make or break people.