I used to think I knew everything. I was a smart person who got things done, and because of that, the higher I climbed, the more I could look down and scoff at what seemed silly or simple, even religi...
I snicker, but the idea is momentarily appealing. Part of me is scared of leaving school. Part of me wants to go desperately. Tension of opposites.
I give myself a good cry if I need it, but then I concentrate on all good things still in my life.
Holding on things will only break your heart
Here is what I know of love. It changes the way you treat me. I feel it in your hands. Your fingers. Your compositions. The sudden rush of peppy phrases, major sevenths, melody lines that resolve neat...
Her death was as insignificant as her life.
Hello, Edward. I've been waiting for you.
He stayed that way for a while, fallen man, porcelain angel, as if the two of them waited for a bus.
He ran down the heart of the old midway, where the weight guessers, fortune-tellers, and dancing gypsies had once worked. He lowered his chin and held his arms out like a glider, and every few steps h...
Everything man does today to be efficient, to fill the hour? It does not satisfy. It only makes him hungry to do more. Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time. When you are measuring life...
Everyone joins a band in this life. One way or another, the band breaks up.
Ends are for yesterdays, not tomorrows.
Dor felt a warm, calming feeling when he said those words—She is my wife—because ever since they were children she was like the sky to him, forever around.
Don't let go too soon, but don't hold on too long.
Don't get too attached to anything.
Don't fall asleep in classes. It's such a lucky thing you have, to be taught and to be learning and not have to be working in a shop somewhere.
Don't cling to things, because everything is impermanent... But detachment doesn't mean you don't let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. That's how you are...
But fates are connected in ways we don’t understand.
As children grow, they gravitate to their fates.
America had become a Persian bazaar of self-help. But there still seemed to be no clear answers.