If you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person?
It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.
It’s faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.
The key to life is accepting challenges. Once someone stops doing this, he’s dead.
What if it’s the there
and not the here
that I long for?
The wander
and not the wait,
the magic
in the lost feet
stumbling down
the faraway street
and the way the moon
never hangs
quite the same.
In my many years I have come to a conclusion that one useless man is a shame, two is a law firm, and three or more is a congress.
To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone.
I don’t understand a thing about this world: about people, and why they do the things they do. The more I find out, the more I uncover, the more I know, the less I understand.
Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.
I don’t know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.
Life is choice. All day, everyday. Who we talk to, where we sit, what we say, how we say it. And our lives become defined by our choices. It’s as simple and as complex as that. And as powerful. so when I’m observing that’s what I’m watching for. The choices people make
Even though our time in this life is temporary, if we live well enough, our legacy will last forever.
It’s paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn’t appeal to anyone.
In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn’t creak.
The friends you make in college are friends you’ll have for life, even if you don’t talk for years at a time.
The future is meant for those who are willing to let go of the worst parts of the past. When you cannot take two steps without turning around to inspect your footsteps, you are getting nowhere fast.
The heart makes its choices without weighing the consequences. It doesn’t look ahead to the lonely nights that follow.
The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.
If you haven’t confidence in self, you are twice defeated in the race of life. With confidence, you have won even before you have started.
It’s better this way, sister. There’s more to life than staying safe…
I want you. I want you so badly I can’t stand it. When you left, it felt like the world got darker. Like I couldn’t truly see anything. Couldn’t feel anything.
Our lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now, our favorite songs were unwritten.
Every path is the right path. Everything could’ve been anything else. And it would have just as much meaning.
He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.
In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans; in one aspect of You are found all the aspects of existence.
The ego relies on the familiar. It is reluctant to experience the unknown, which is they very essence of life.
Remember, man does not live on bread alone: sometimes he needs a little buttering up.
Come clean with a child heart
Laugh as peaches in the summer wind
Let rain on a house roof be a song
Let the writing on your face
be a smell of apple orchards on late June.
We shouldn’t live as if [other worlds] mattered more than this life in this world, because where we are is always the most important place.
Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.
Books can truly change our lives: the lives of those who read them, the lives of those who write them. Readers and writers alike discover things they never knew about the world and about themselves.
Destiny is a lie. Destiny is justification for atrocity. It is the means by which murderers armour themselves against reprimand. It is a word intended to stand in place of ethics, denying all moral context.
He was fucking sad. That’s it. That’s the point. He knows life is never going to get any different for him. That there’s no fixing him. It’s always going to be the same monotonous depressing bullshit. Boring, sad, boring, sad. He just wants it to be over.
It is not the strongest of the species that survives,
not the most intelligent that survives.
It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.
She should have done science, not spent all her time with her head in novels. Novels gave you a completely false idea about life, they told lies and they implied there were endings when in reality there were no endings, everything just went on and on and on.
Maybe the truth was, it shouldn’t be so easy to be amazing. Then everything would be. It’s the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth. When something’s difficult to come by, you’ll do that much more to make sure it’s even harder–if not impossible–to lose.
The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not…yet, I occurred.
It’s funny. No matter how hard you try, you can’t close your heart forever. And the minute you open it up, you never know what’s going to come in. But when it does, you just have to go for it! Because if you don’t, there’s not point in being here.
I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn’t live long. It’s simply not written in my stars.
Returning home is the most difficult part of long-distance hiking; You have grown outside the puzzle and your piece no longer fits.
Three films a day, three books a week and records of great music would be enough to make me happy to the day I die.
Real life is messy, inconsistent, and it’s seldom when anything ever really gets resolved. It’s taken me a long time to realize that.
There are times in our lives when we have to realize our past is precisely what it is, and we cannot change it. But we can change the story we tell ourselves about it, and by doing that, we can change the future.
Poor creatures. What did we do to you? With all our schemes and plans?
Don’t wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.
Too late, I found you can’t wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.
There’s no benchmark for how life’s “supposed” to happen. There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, it’s up to you how you respond to it.
Atticus had said it was the polite thing to talk to people about what they were interested in, not about what you were interested in.
As for the goddess’s answer, I did not care. I would have no need of her. I did not plan to live after he was gone.
Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life. The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can.
You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it’s how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.
I wonder if I’ll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we’re living or no life at all.
I never could bear the idea of anyone’s expecting something from me. It
always made me want to do just the opposite.
I was lost yesterday, I am found today and I will be forgotten tomorrow.
I know there is no straight road
No straight road in this world
Only a giant labyrinth
Of intersecting crossroads