“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”

Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don’t last your whole life.

She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she’ll be sorry if she isn’t guided by her heart.

Just imagine, a cow on the balcony of the nation, what an awful thing, what a shitty country.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

The more transparent the writing, the more visible the poetry.

Inspiration gives no warnings.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

You have to have spent the night at sea, sitting in a life raft and looking at your watch, to know that the night is immeasurably longer than the day.

It had to teach her to think of love as a state of grace: not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end it itself.

The truth is I’m getting old, I said. We already are old, she said with a sigh. What happens is that you don’t feel it on the inside, but from the outside everybody can see it.

It is a triumph of life that old people lose their memories of inessential things.

Old people, with other old people, are not so old.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you.

Nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.

Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

There are two ways, one is right; the other is wrong. If your work is only about right, then it is wrong.

No one came to earth empty; everybody came with a contribution to make to their generation. Most of them never find that gift and even more die never releasing it.

Oh East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.

The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.