Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but ... life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
Earth's crammed with heaven... But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.
I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.
Just keep moving forward and don't give a shit about what anybody thinks. Do what you have to do, for you.
Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.
Hollowness: that I understand. I'm starting to believe that there isn't anything you can do to fix it. That's what I've taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mold yourself through the gaps
You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe.
Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!
Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.
There was beauty in the idea of freedom, but it was an illusion. Every human heart was chained by love.
Life will not break your heart. It'll crush it.
Don’t sacrifice yourself too much, because if you sacrifice too much there’s nothing else you can give and nobody will care for you.
Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.
We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit
I'm the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide. Then suddenly everyone had a class with her.
We are stuck with technology when what we really want is just stuff that works.
When things go wrong, don't go with them.