I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet?

The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time.

You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don't even know you can get there isn't a small miracle; then I don't know what is.

But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.

If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.

...People would make the decisions they wished to make and some of them would hurt both themselves and those who loved them, and some would pass unnoticed, while others would bring joy.

Harold could no longer pass a stranger without acknowledging the truth that everyone was the same, and also unique; and that this was the dilemma of being human.

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.

you could be ordinary and attempt something extraordinary, without being able to explain it in a logical way.

The least planned part of the journey, however, was the journey itself.

Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways.

I need only you, Milano, not your money.

It is a different world today from what it was then. It will be a different world tomorrow from what it is today.

Sometimes you don't really see who you are, until you see who you are not".

All you nerds out there (me included) - don't always rely on stats for the perfect answer.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

No act of love is ever wasted.

Anyway, culture and nation are partners, inextricable from each other. National culture and nation, they are reciprocities.

It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.

I can't stop pointing to the beauty. Every moment and place says, 'Put this design in your carpet!'

A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.