The problem with holding a grudge is that it turns your body into a sarcophagus.
Forgive mistakes. Embrace that love is clumsy. Communicate without condescension. Let people go. Let people return.
It's not really romantic until it's doomed.
If you're always winking, your eyes aren't really open.
As important as it is not to become a parody of oneself, it is equally as important not to come off as a critique of everyone else.
An ordeal is an invitation from the universe to rise to the occasion.
Once you arrive at the truth it can't sneak up on you anymore.
After a while we discover that some of our beliefs are merely opinions—and a little later, that some of our opinions are just feelings.
Sometimes we're on the same page. Sometimes our pages are just stuck together.
As we get older, and time grows precious, empty gestures become costly.
Loving the same things isn't the same thing as loving each other.
Death may have existed forever but life has been around even longer.
Some people are memorable. Other people remind us of them.
An adult can forgive what a child can't understand.
If you can't love someone a hundred percent of the way they want, at least love them a hundred percent of the way you can.
Nothing matters as much or as little as this moment.
Drilling too deep into something you like is usually a recipe for making it impossible to enjoy.
There's no one cheaper than a person who's free with his anger.
There's a difference between being faithful and being reliable.
Critical thinking is important; so is kindness.
People are entitled to their happiness, even when it's on our behalf.
There is a kind of intelligence that seeks footholds in other people's ignorance, that finds leverage in asymmetry and disequilibrium. The exerciser of such an intelligence often relies on the obliviousness of those closest to him to furnish his schemes, viewing their complacence as a form of acquiescence; but what intelligent, manipulative people seldom realize, for all their sophistication, is that it isn't always the absence of guile or worldliness that affords their movements trespass without notice; in truth, they have been observed and recognized: it is merely that they are also loved—and for all the things that love gets hung up on and obsesses over, there is also so much more that love accommodates and overlooks and even forgives. Sometimes we get away with things because we have willing, adoring accomplices.
You can't choose who you love but you can pick your battles.
Nostalgia is nostalgia up to a point. After that point it becomes a fetish. (After that point it becomes morbid.)
It's one thing to be a creature of habit. It's another to be a creature of possibility.
You put your heart in. You don't always get your heart out.
Sometimes friends remember us when we don't even remember ourselves.
Trying not to care about something that's bothering you is like trying not to taste what's already in your mouth.
I think a not inconsiderable number of our internal conflicts may be attributed to the fact that what makes us sad doesn't necessarily also make us unhappy.
Closeness is a privilege, not a liberty.
We scale mountains. We plumb oceans. We create scenes.
I don't know about "always keep them guessing." I prefer "always keep them discovering."
It's not real just because you've given it a name. It's real when it does what its name says.
Everything ends eventually out of necessity. A practical mind is the death of immortality.
We spend our lives waiting for other shoes to drop. There's no umbrella for that.
It's careless where we leave our hearts. It's also the most caring thing in the world.
The fun thing about trouble is that there are always new kinds to get into.
If you don't feel like playing the game now, you can always play it later. The game never ends.
"Well, if you are what you love, and you do what you love, I will always be the sun and moon to you. And if you share with your heart—yeah, you give with your heart—what you share with the world is what it keeps of you."
"Give a Little Love," Noah and the Whale.
Sometimes I linger because I wonder.
You hide things from the world. It takes sound a while to carry. I hope the light will be enough. Things will never be this way again.
We've sung this song, we've danced this dance—every conceivable configuration of what we are, we've been.
Waking up in strange places is the most potent form of time travel.
You cut your hair, the delivery guy observed. Preparing for the Republicans, I snarked lazily. You think they're gonna pull it off? he asked. At this point I hope not, is all I could offer.
Hoping for something not to happen tends to be the opposite of being hopeful.