“Even when the winds of misfortune blow, amazing things can still happen.”

The only everyday and eternal reality was love.

A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn’t how old you are but how old you feel.

opened the door a crack wide enough for the entire world to pass through .

It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.

For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

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 my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.

Where there is no belief, there is no blasphemy.

Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings.

Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything science has taught me-and continues to teach me-strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death. Nothing disappears without a trace.

There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.

So the universe is not quite as you thought it was. You’d better rearrange your beliefs, then. Because you certainly can’t rearrange the universe.

I always knew I would be successful. So there was no element of surprise.

And above all things, never think that you’re not good enough yourself. A man should never think that. My belief is that in life people will take you at your own reckoning.