“I can receive nothing more from these tragic solitudes than a little empty purity.”

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.

In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.

One always dies too soon – or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are — your life, and nothing else.

Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.

There is only one day left, always starting over: It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

Life is a useless passion.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

Consciousness is a being the nature of which is to be conscious of the nothingness of its being.

If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have been dragged through I don’t know how many consciences.

I found the human heart empty and insipid everywhere except in books.

Nothingness haunts Being.

We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

Such is the tragedy of the moon and sun; one sets the other rises perhaps you and i share the same destiny; one day the other night made to cross paths but never meet.

For without tragedies there is no life & what is life if not all our tragedies put together?

There Are But Two Tragedies in Life-One is One’s Inability to attain One’s Heart’s Desire-The Other Is To Have It!

Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.

Perhaps the most tragic thing about mankind is that we are all dreaming about some magical garden over the horizon, instead of enjoying the roses that are right outside today.

You will never love another the same way, again. And I’m still trying to figure out if that’s a blessing or a tragedy.

I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.

She wore courage to cover her melancholy, Dear Heart, What is this tragedy?