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.
Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake.
Sometimes it’s not the people who change, it’s the mask that falls off.
But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?
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.
Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.
Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.
No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.
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.
Never let the darkness or negativity outside affect your inner self. Just wait until morning comes and the bright light will drown out the darkness.
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.
If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again.
Deep rivers run quiet.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they’ll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.
I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
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.
This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to realize it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.
Whenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I’m talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean.
When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.
Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds
As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
