“What is life for? Life is for you.”

Appreciate again and again, freshly and naively the basic goods of life, with awe, pleasure, wonder and even ecstasy, however stable these experiences may have become to others.

Most people experience both tragedy and joy in varying proportions. Any philosophy which leaves out either cannot be considered to be comprehensive.

People are not evil; they are schlemiels.

False optimism sooner or later means disillusionment, anger and hopelessness.

The most stable, and therefore, the most healthy self-esteem is based on deserved respect from others rather than on external fame or celebrity and unwarranted adulation.

One of the goals of education should be to teach that life is precious.

Every person is, in part, his own project and makes himself.

Obviously the most beautiful fate, the most wonderful good fortune that can happen to any human being, is to be paid for doing that which he passionately loves to do.

It seems that the necessary thing to do is not to fear mistakes, to plunge in, to do the best that one can, hoping to learn enough from blunders to correct them eventually.

One’s only rival is one’s own potentialities. One’s only failure is failing to live up to one’s own possibilities. In this sense, every man can be a king, and must therefore be treated like a king.

The needs for safety, belonging, love relations and for respect can be satisfied only by other people, i.e. only from outside the person.

All of life is education and everybody is a teacher and everybody is forever a pupil.

We must understand love; we must be able to teach it, to create it, to predict it, or else the world is lost to hostility and to suspicion.

We have got to abandon that sense of amazement in the face of creativity, as if it were a miracle that anybody created anything.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be.

Life is an ongoing process of choosing between safety (out of fear and need for defense) and risk (for the sake of progress and growth). Make the growth choice a dozen times a day.

Inhale a deep breath exhale and release it all welcome peace inside.

Let your memories fall into place, you don’t have to carry all of them at once.

The war may still be brewing, but all scars will eventually heal and they will be your lofty memoirs, To remind you amidst brokenness and isolation, That you are strong enough to put up a fight and sail the agonizing waves that torment your longing soul.

Love flows even within the dark from the things that shine, My darling.

Place your hand over your heart, and tell yourself that love lives here and healing lives here. And pain is no longer welcome here.

You are worth every piece of gold and glitter that matches the beams of your hazel orbs as they scream with rapture.

It is not your job to carry every burden to heal every heart-your love is a divine blessing.

Therapy. Acting classes. Yoga. Strong friendships. All these helped me see and heal parts of me I was trying to hide.