We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
It's not that I'm not grateful for all this attention. It's just that fame and fortune ought to add up to more than fame and fortune.
We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.
Above all, if what you've done is stupid, but it works, it ain't stupid.
Instructions For Wayfarers They will declare: Every journey has been taken. You shall respond: I have not been to see myself. They will insist: Everything has been spoken. You shall reply: I have not had my say. They will tell you: Everything has been done. You shall reply: My way is not complete. You are warned: Any way is long, any way is hard. Fear not. You are the gate - you, the gatekeeper. And you shall go through and on . . . —Alexandros Evangelou Xenopouloudakis, THIRD WISH
Circumstances, luck, mutual need, affection and time played a part. No relationships were made in heaven. They were made because living things were looking for good company. And when you found good company, you valued it deeply and were responsible for its up-keep and well-being.
Everything I need to know... I learned in kindergarten.
If only the scientific experts could come up with something to get it out of our minds. One cup of fixit fizzle that will lift the dirt from our lives, soften our hardness, protect our inner parts, improve our processing, reduce our yellowing and wrinkling, improve our natural color, and make us sweet and good.
It will be a great day when our schools have all the money they need, and our air force has to have a bake-sale to buy a bomber.
You feel like an ant contemplating Chicago.
'Who do you think you are?' That's the big one, isn't it? A flourishing life depends on how you answer that.
Clean up your own mess.
Weddings seem to be magnets for mishap and for whatever craziness lurks in family closets. In more ways than one, weddings bring out the ding-dong in everybody involved.
If you want an interesting party sometime, combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone.
Solitude is not the same as loneliness. Solitude is a solitary boat floating in a sea of possible companions.
The solution to alone-ness is not more solitude, but companionship and community.
My goal now is to dance all the dances as long as I can, and then to sit down contented after the last elegant tango some sweet night and pass on because there wasn't another dance left in me.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
The examined life is no picnic.