Always go to other people’s funerals, otherwise they won’t come to yours.
For you, a thousand times over
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
Not all those who wander are lost.
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.
We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.
It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.
Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
He’s a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.
Sometimes when I’m talking, my words can’t keep up with my thoughts. I wonder why we think faster than we speak. Probably so we can think twice.
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.
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