I can't help thinking that there are only one or two ways of being brought into this world, but there are so many fucked-up ways of leaving it.
Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.
The great mistake is to anticipate the outcome of the engagement; you ought not to be thinking of whether it ends in victory or defeat. Let nature take its course, and your tools will strike at the right moment.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy
The more I see, the less I know for sure.
When a woman conceives her true self, a miracle occurs and life around her begins again.
Is it not enough that 'things are cruel and blind'? Must we also be cruel and blind?
Don't let making a living prevent you from making a life.
Someone's sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.
A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it.
Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.
The lessons of the past are ignored and obliterated in a contemporary antagonism known as the generation gap.
It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.
Old age is the only disease you dont want to be cured of.
Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be measured exactly by the social position of the fair sex, the ugly ones included
Its not the men in your life that matters, its the life in your men.
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
It takes a long time to grow young.
Don't own so much clutter that you will be relieved to see your house catch fire.
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Too much of a good thing can be wonderful!