To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
To live is to change, and to be perfect is to have changed often.
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.
We are all here for some special reason. Stop being a prisoner of your past. Become the architect of your future.
We can't plan life. All we can do is be available for it.
We cut these numerous windings in our destinies daily with our own hands, while we imagine that we are pursuing a track on the royal high road of respectability and duty, and then complain of those ways being so intricate and so dark. We stand bewildered before the mystery of our own making, and the riddles of life that we will not solve, and then accuse the great Sphinx of devouring us.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
When I hear somebody sigh, ‘Life is hard,’ I am always tempted to ask, ‘Compared to what?
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'.
When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.