“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.”

JACK KEROUAC 

Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much. 

All of life is a foreign country. 

I was going to be left alone on my butt at the other end of the continent. But why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

OSCAR WILDE

 

There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.

Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.

I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.

Pessimist: One who, when he has the choice of two evils, chooses both.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

T.S ELLIOT

April is the cruellest month

At twenty you have many desires which hide the truth, but beyond forty there are only real and fragile truths -your abilities and your failings.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage which we did not take, towards the door we never opened.

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.

People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.

This love is silent.

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.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

You are the music while the music lasts. 

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”