It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
I don't want to die without any scars.
The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.
This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.
The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That's the only lasting thing you can create.
You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.
You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention.
Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice.
When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?
The things you used to own, now they own you.
Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.
When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?
Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.
Have your adventures, make your mistakes, and choose your friends poorly -- all these make for great stories.
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.
You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.
Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against.
“If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't.”
All the effort in the world won't matter if you're not inspired.
I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.
If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
Find out what you're afraid of and go live there.
The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.
Reality means you live until you die...the real truth is nobody wants reality.
May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.
If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.
That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.
Hysteria is impossible without an audience. Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly.
Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?
People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.
Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.
