Reset, readjust, restart, refocus.As many times as you need to.
Just don't quit!
The couples that are meant to be, are the ones who go through everything that is meant to tear them apart, and come out stronger.
If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.
No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.
Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.
Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.
It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person.
In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.
People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.
No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.
That’s how stories happen — with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There’s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
Loving another person is a wonderful thing, and if that love is sincere, no one ends up tossed into a labyrinth. You have to have more faith in yourself.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.
A gentleman is someone who does not what he wants to do, but what he should do.
Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.
Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.
Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.
here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.
Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?""I guess it depends on how you die.
People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely. It's too easy not to make the effort, then weep and wring your hands after the person dies.
With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.
Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.
Person A understand Person B because the time is right for that to happen, not because Person B wants to be understood by Person A.
It's easy to talk big, but the important thing is whether or not you clean up the shit.
I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all.
Aren't you afraid of dying?Not really. I've watched lots of good-for-nothing, worthless people die, and if people like that can do it, then I should be able to handle it.
Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.
I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die,” she said. “I can’t think about it. I don’t even know how I’m going to live.
Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.
We truly believed in something back then, and we knew we were the kind of people capable of believing in something - with all our hearts. And that kind of hope will never simply vanish.
This is what it means to live on. When granted hope, a person uses it as fuel, as a guidepost to life. It is impossible to live without hope.
Las cosas fluyen hacia donde tienen que fluir, y por más que te esfuerces e intentes hacerlo lo mejor posible, cuando llega el momento de herir a alguien lo hieres. La vida es así.
Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.
You know what I should do?" Hoshino asked excited. "Of course," the cat said. "What'd I tell you? Cats know everything. Not like dogs.
Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.
When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route.
Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.
That's the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of death slowly, slowly eats away at the region of life, and before you know it everything's dark and you can't see, and the people around you think of you as more dead than alive.
Wherever there's hope there's a trial.
My grandpa always said asking a question is embarrass for a moment but not asking a question is embarrasing for a life time
Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.
We returned to the hotel and had intercourse. I like that word intercourse. It poses only a limited range of possibilities.
The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless
I guess time doesn't flow in order, does it - A, B, C, D? It just sort of goes where it feels like going.
When I was little, I had this science book. There was a section on 'What would happen to the world if there was no friction?' Answer: 'Everything on earth would fly into space from the centrifugal force of revolution.' That was my mood.
For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.
Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.
Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.
As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.
Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.
It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.
I'm often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I'm running? I don't have a clue.
Snow floated down every once in a while, but it was frail snow, like a memory fading into the distance.
But hell, you've gotta work with what you've got.
Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.
I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.
Don't blame me. That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution.
There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.
A revelation leaps over the borders of the everyday. A life without revelation is no life at all. What you need to do is move from reason that ‘observes’ to reason that ‘acts’. That’s what critical.
Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing is going to disappear just because you cannot see what is going on...Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes.
There are plenty of things in history that are best left in the shadows. Accurate knowledge does not improve people’s lives. The objective does not necessarily surpass the subjective, you know. Reality does not necessarily extinguish fantasy.
But there are times in this world when it's not enough just not to do the wrong thing. Some people use that blank space as a kind of loophole.
People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.
A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.
Maybe it's just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows — maybe even tomorrow.
Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything's possible when it comes to love.
My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.
It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.
I'll be happy if running and I can grow old together.
People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.
Everything has boundaries. The same holds true with thought. You shouldn't fear boundaries, but you should not be afraid of destroying them. That's what is most important if you want to be free: respect for and exasperation with boundaries.
The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.
When you are used to the kind of life -of never getting anything you want- you stop knowing what it is you want.
When someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them.
The Boss is an honorable man. After the Lord, the most godly person I've ever met.""You've met God?""Certainly. I telephone Him every night.
In the name of God, they stole her time and her freedom, putting shackles on her heart. They preached about God's kindness, but preached twice as much about his wrath and intolerance.
Like most novelists, I like to do exactly the opposite of what I'm told. It's in my nature as a novelist. Novelists can't trust anything they haven't seen with their own eyes or touched with their own hands. (Jerusalem Prize acceptance speech, JERUSALEM POST, Feb. 15, 2009)
Es decir..., lo que yo creo es que el hombre piensa en el significado de la vida porque sabe con certeza que va morir algún día. (...) Nadie sabe lo que va a ocurrir. Por eso nosotros, para evolucionar necesitamos la muerte.
Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.
Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.
I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death.
A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything’s going to be all right. you’ve made it past Dead Man’s Curve and you’re out of the tunnel, cruising straight for your destination down a six lane highway whether you want it or not.
I wasn't alone, but I was terribly lonely. Because I knew that I would never be happier than I was then.
Uživat ću i vrednovati ono što se ne može izraziti brojkama, tražit ću osjećaj ponosa koji dolazi s drugačijeg mjesta.
being able to hold a real live woman in my arms regularly, brought me a certain level of calm.
Did time really flow in such a steady and linear way? Couldn't this be a mistaken way of thinking, an error of major proportions?
As the days piled up, I wore out, too, and was remade. Nothing stayed still. And time was lost. Behind me, time became dead grains of sand, which one after another gave way and vanished. I just sat there in front of the hole, listening to the sound of time dying.
Time was dead in the air.
Time trailed off into death and over this dead time, a silent snow was falling.
Bazı şeylerin değerinin anlaşılması için zaman gerekir.
Only through knowing could a person become strong.
Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and youcatch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In aninstant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. Butif you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, justbarely for a few moments.
I don’t know what it means to live.
Life is long, and sometimes cruel. Sometimes victims are needed. Someone has to take on that role. And human bodies are fragile, easily damaged. Cut them, and they bleed.
Only by learning the truth—whatever that truth might be—could people be given the right kind of power.
Every day time moves forward one day’s worth.And what has gone forward can’t go back to where it came from.
Yet what was time, when you got right down to it? We measured its passage with the hands of a clock for convenience’s sake. But was that appropriate? Did time really flow in such a steady and linear way? Couldn’t this be a mistaken way of thinking, an error of major proportions?
Motivation is a byproduct of action, not the catalyst for it.
Control your thoughts or your thoughts will control you.
Today is a new day. Stop living in the past.
Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase.
You attract what you are, not what you want. If you want great, then be great.
Your goals should scare you a little and excite you a lot.
