Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real. |

Nature creates few men brave, industry and training makes many. |

Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are. |

If you can see a thing whole… it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives... But close up, a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful life is, is from the vantage point of death. |

Gravity pulls me to the future, bits of me falling off along the way. Each of us disappears into the mist of the possible. In our minds, time is gravity’s other side. |

What exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious. |

Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way. |

The world was not big enough for Alexander the Great, but a coffin was. |

We must all either wear out or rust out, every one of us. My choice is to wear out. |

Live every day like it's your last.
One day, you'll be right. |

The whole life of the individual is nothing but the process of giving birth to himself; indeed, we should be fully born, when we die. |

Memory is a magnet. It will pull to it and hold only material nature has designed it to attract. |

The past is really almost as much a work of the imagination as the future. |

Don't live to make your presence noticed, live to make your absence felt. |

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move. |

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well. |

Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. |

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness.
Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. |

When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape. |

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. |

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. |

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. |

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying. |

I have only one thing to do:
be the wave that I am and then
sink back into the ocean. |