Life

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced.

The pen moves as if alive.

I am a child of the earth, a child of the sky. I pass through this world.

The life that is my own! I live it. The life that is dark or bright or good or bad or strange or common, I live it.

Every sentence is written otherwhere. Indeed it's done by itself.

Let’s not forget there are humble authors, elderly people stricken with sleeplessness, their one delight: warming their pajamas on the radiator.

Living is a punishment. We are all under sentence of death.

We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity.

Always listen when you feel an answer in your bones. It means your spirit has called you.

Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep.

The present moment is the only aperture through which the soul can pass into the vast ocean of eternity.

Life's pit is hell, and happiness is a toy known too late.

I'm a little too in awe of life and this world to go throwing any of it away.

All of us are the walking wounded. Every single one of us.

And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!

In your life there are a few places, or maybe only the one place, where something happened, and then there are all the other places.

The deepest poverty is to live without poetry and beauty in one's life.

We should all put our treasures where they are safe, in the sacred places of our hearts, and not in material buildings.

In our burdened lives we overlook our blessings too easily. And missing blessings is the same as wasting them.

The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life.