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There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference.
The main dangers in this life are the people who want to change everything or nothing.
Most men pray for power, the strength to do things. Few people pray for love, the quality to be someone.
We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.
Together, we'll live with the sadness. I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.
Thousands of geniuses live and die undiscovered -- either by themselves or by others.
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
The time for action is now. It's never too late to do something.
There is such a thing as a man being too proud to fight.
My happiness derives from knowing the people I love are happy.
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
The things which are most important don't always scream the loudest.
Every human being is trying to say something to others. Trying to cry out I am alive, notice me! Speak to me! Confirm that I am important, that I matter!!
The simple lack of her is more to me than others presence.
If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
Nothing pains some people more than having to think.
Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.
There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.
To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.
A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.
Never look down on anybody unless you are helping them up.
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same kind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of literature and speech and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
A man's ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death.
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
We are all prone to the malady of the introvert who, with the manifold spectacle of the world spread out before him, turns away and gazes only upon the emptiness within. But let us not imagine there is anything grand about the introvert's unhappiness.
Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.
Self-acceptance comes from meeting life's challenges vigorously. Don't numb yourself to your trials and difficulties, nor build mental walls to exclude pain from your life. You will find peace not by trying to escape your problems, but by confronting them courageously. You will find peace not in denial, but in victory.
Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it?
Help others achieve their dreams and you will achieve yours.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
I donot know how to forgive myself for what I have done.
The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
The heart has its reasons which reason knows not of.
I feel there are two people inside me - me and my intuition. If I go against her, she'll screw me every time, and if I follow her, we get along quite nicely.
Intuition is the very force or activity of the soul in its experience through whatever has been the experience of the soul itself.
Listen to your intuition. It will tell you everything you need to know.
There is no logical way to the discovery of these elemental laws. There is only the way of intuition, which is helped by a feeling for the order lying behind the appearance.
Words so vascular and alive they would bleed if you cut them, words that walked and ran.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. That is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.
Nothing is impossible for pure love.
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
But it is impossible to replace a person one has loved with distractions.
People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.
The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance.
To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
Love is not love until love's vulnerable.
It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
I determined never to stop until I had come to the end and achieved my purpose.
Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Probable impossibilities are to be preferred to improbable possibilities.
Instinct is the nose of the mind.
Intuition is a spiritual faculty and does not explain, but simply points the way.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
To gain that which is worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else.
One-half of knowing what you want is knowing what you must give up before you get it.
Interdependency follows independence.
The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darkness.
A man whose mind feels that it is captive would prefer to blind himself to the fact. But if he hates falsehood, he will not do so; and in that case he will have to suffer a lot. He will beat his head against the wall until he faints. He will come to again
Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort.
Every situation, every moment -- is of infinite worth; for it is the representative of a whole eternity.
All that is not eternal is eternally out of date.
Faith... is the art of holding on to things your reason once accepted, despite your changing moods.
Nothing that you have not given away will ever be really yours.
Say not, I have found the truth, but rather, I have found a truth.
A man can be destroyed but not defeated.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.
Words are alive; cut them and they bleed.
Nothing earthly will make me give up my work in despair.
The condition of an enlightened mind is a surrendered heart.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.
The purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt is elicited from the darkest storm.
Our age knows nothing but reaction, and leaps from one extreme to another.
It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.
The eyes those silent tongues of love.
The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen.
We all carry within us our places of exile, our crimes, and our ravages. But our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to fight them in ourselves and in others.
It is in our faults and failings, not in our virtues, that we touch each other, and find sympathy. It is in our follies that we are one.
The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
The eyes are not responsible when the mind does the seeing.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.
If, as I can't help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of their purgatorial sufferings), then for both lovers, and for all pairs of lovers without exception, bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
It is hard to have patience with people who say There is no death or Death doesn't matter. There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter.
If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.
We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started... and know the place for the first time.
The eyes see only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
He stands erect by bending over the fallen. He rises by lifting others.
Whoever is in the distress can call me. I will come running wherever they are.
Defeat never comes to any man until he admits it.
There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.
Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.
Ah, when to the heart of man was it ever less than a treason to go with the drift of things to yield with a grace to reason and bow and accept at the end of a love or a season.
Even if it's a lie, even if it's a dream, please turn to me.
Things are beautiful if you love them.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
I believe life is constantly testing us for our level of commitment, and life's greatest rewards are reserved for those who demonstrate a never-ending commitment to act until they achieve. This level of resolve can move mountains, but it must be constant and consistent. As simplistic as this may sound, it is still the common denominator separating those who live their dreams from those who live in regret.
There's always a way -- if you're committed.
Do not assume that she who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. Her life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, she would never have been able to find these words.
When someone tells me there is only one way to do things, it always lights a fire under my butt. My instant reaction is, I'm going to prove you wrong!
When people keep telling you that you can't do a thing, you kind of like to try it.
When you've got something to prove, there's nothing greater than a challenge.
Friends, if we be honest with ourselves, we shall be honest with each other.
None knows the weight of another's burden.
Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.
Men are wise in proportion, not to their experience, but to their capacity for experience.
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
Let us, if we must have great actions, make our own so. All action is of infinite elasticity, and the least admits of being inflated with celestial air, until it eclipses the sun and moon.
Realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.
There are few people who are more often in the wrong than those who cannot endure to be so.
If there is a wrong way to do something, then someone will do it.
Stop the mindless wishing that things would be different. Rather than wasting time and emotional and spiritual energy in explaining why we don't have what we want, we can start to pursue other ways to get it.
The weak are the most treacherous of us all. They come to the strong and drain them. They are bottomless. They are insatiable. They are always parched and always bitter. They are everyone's concern and like vampires they suck our life's blood.
It is the purpose that makes strong the vow; But vows to every purpose must not hold.
The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.
The lives of happy people are dense with their own doings -- crowded, active, thick. But the sorrowing are nomads, on a plain with few landmarks and no boundaries; sorrow's horizons are vague and its demands are few.
The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than any logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.
I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.
Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.
Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.
Love is a friendship caught on fire.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.
Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.
Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

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