“I think that love is like candy.”
“I don’t like candy either,” I say.
He smiles at me and shakes his head. “I think anyone who says they don’t like candy just hasn’t found the right flavor.”
We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.
Love cannot be measured by how long you wait. It’s about how well you understand why you are waiting.
One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else–closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel–one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them–even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering–the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.”
Though here is a word of warning–you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.
How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 8:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
You have to water the flowers you want to grow.
Well the wisdom that came up for me was that, the things left unsaid, stay with us forever. I wish nothing more than if I could tell my sister how much I loved her and that I always idolized her, but we never said those things. We just weren’t like that. Then suddenly one day she’s gone. And I have all these things to say, but no one to say them to.
Such a little thing really, a kiss… most people don’t give it a moment’s consideration. They kiss on meeting, they kiss on parting, that simple touching of flesh is taken entirely for granted as a basic human right.
Suppose a boy steals an apple from the tray at the grocery store, and they all begin to call him a thief, the editor, minister, judge, and all the people — “a thief,” “a thief,” “a thief,” wherever he goes. And he can’t get work, and he can’t get bread without stealing it, why, the boy will steal it. It’s the way people regard the theft of the apple that makes the boy what he is.
Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
We need to rediscover government as an enabler, not a solution provider; as a platform for our own innovation, a lever for our own work, not as the deus ex machina that we’ve paid to do for us what we could be doing for ourselves.
It is the individual who is not interested in his fellow men who has the greatest difficulties in life and provides the greatest injury to others. It is from among such individuals that all human failures spring.
Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
One man asked another on the death of a mutual friend, “How much did he leave?” His friend responded, “He left it all.”
Then I saw her without all the things they had convinced her she must have to be pretty. She was simply beautiful.
I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
Proximity to power deludes some into thinking they wield it
There are two kinds of pain. Good pain – the sort of pain that motivates, that makes you strong. Then there’s bad pain – useless pain, the sort of pain that’s only suffering. I welcome the former. I have no patience for the latter.
What cannot be said will be wept.
I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?
If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.
No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.
Someone once told me not to bite off more than I can chew, I told them I’d rather choke on greatness than nibble on mediocrity.
We’re all just walking each other home.
When I was a kid, my brother and I used to pretend we were heroes, with swords. We were the only ones who could save the day. But perhaps we set the bar a little too high. Maybe we’re just the regular people. The ones who get saved.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need.
I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star.
I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.