If you managed to fool a man, it doesn't mean he's a fool, it means you were trusted more than you deserve.
People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.
and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical senseand are not easy to fool with laughter
I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, "that guy'snuts."out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.
there is a place in the heart thatwill never be filleda spaceand even during thebest momentsandthe greatest timestimeswe will know itwe will know itmore thaneverthere is a place in the heart thatwill never be filledandwe will waitandwaitin that space.
my mother, poor fish,wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times aweek, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!why don't you ever smile?"and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was thesaddest smile I ever saw
I was glad I wasn't in love, that I wasn't happy with the world. I like being at odds with everything. People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They lose their sense of perspective. They lose their sense of humor. They become nervous, psychotic bores.
My Dear,Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.-Falsely yours
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside 鈥?remembering all the times you've felt that way.
there are worse thingsthan being alonebut it often takesdecades to realize thisand most often when you doit's too lateand there's nothing worsethan too late
Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted.
The more cats you have, the longer you live. If you have a hundred cats, you’ll live ten times longer than if you have ten. Someday this will be discovered, and people will have a thousand cats and live forever.
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written.
There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.
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.
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
I have never been lonely. I have been in a room – I have felt suicidal, I have been depressed, I have felt awful – awful beyond all – but I have never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me... or that any number of
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside - remembering all the times you've felt that way.
People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.
We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
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.
You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside—remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
