Lone Quixote

I can’t afford to hate anyone. I don’t have that kind of time.

Life has many ways of testing a person’s will, either by having nothing happen at all or having everything happen at once.

Who is to say that robbing a people of its language is less violent than war?

I change myself, I change the world.

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Your freckles are the most beautiful stars.

You filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life.

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time.

We have to create. It is the only thing louder than destruction.

and everything burned in blue, everything a star.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.