“I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.”

Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.

Life is not what one lived, but what One remembers and how One remembers it in order to recount it

A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.

If you love something – let go. If it is yours – it will come back. I love you not because of who you are, but for who I am when I’m with you.

Music is important for one’s health.

One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship!

Nothing one does in bed is immoral if it helps to perpetuate love.

Things have a life of their own, the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”

For those who may be hurting over lost love: Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.

If you’re going to be a writer you have to be one of the great ones. After all, there are better ways to starve to death.

When I wake up,” he said, “remind me that I’m going to marry her.

But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

All my life, I’ve been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.

I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty. That the reasons flyers fly, whether they know it or not, is the aesthetic appeal of flying.

When I reached for what I wanted, they said I left my needs behind. But if all birds need is on the ground why then do they fly?

Sometimes you need to start again, in order to fly

Risk the fall to know how it feels to fly.

I lay no claim to advancing scientific data other than advancing flying knowledge. I can only say that I do it because I want to.

Guess who’s flying free now? You, a mere speck of the ground. And I, lost and found amongst the clouds.

Ours is the commencement of a flying age, and I am happy to have popped into existence at a period so interesting.

Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.