Top 97 Quotes & Sayings by Simon Van Booy - Page 2

But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?

Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in the universe, except that everyone else is still here.

Coincidences mean you're on the right path.

I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be reborn.

When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.

I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.

They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.

Perhaps we were each allotted only a certain amount of love - enough for only an initial meeting - a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being.

But those who seek only reassurance from life will never be more than tourists—seeing everything and trying to possess what can only be felt. Beauty is the shadow of imperfection.

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.

When I was in my early twenties, I fell in love at least 20 times a day. You have to be with someone where you think: if the world was full of people like you, I could not be monogamous. As you get older, you get to know yourself a little more. The older you get, the more you realize what you need. And you also realize how your choice in relationships is influenced by how you grew up. Now I feel like I've explored the dynamic of how I grew up, and I'm free to find someone who's really going to be a wonderful companion.

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

It's true the people we meet shape us. But the people we don't meet shape us also, often more because we have imagined them so vividly. There are people we yearn for but never seem to meet.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

I didn’t know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed.

We see in others what we want and what we fear.

Even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

Some studies show that we're physically attracted, like animal attraction, to people that have a different immune system to us. So even though I love cologne, it's probably keeping me from finding a good mate.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now. And I'm much less likely to be indifferent. For me, indifference is the end of life.

Could it be that first love was the only true love? And that after those first fires had been doused or burned out, men and women chose whom they would love based on worldly needs, and then reenacted the rituals and feelings of that first pure experience - nursed the flames that once burned of their own accord

I think you can love someone and be infatuated with them, too. But infatuation is immediate, while the sort of love in the West is something you build with someone. It's a trust.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

Athens is the birthplace of modern tragedy. In the Greek tragic plays, the tableau of the characters would become a statue, like the statue of Oedipus reaching up to the Gods with blood spilling out of his eyes. I love the way the Greeks would immortalize experience. Things that all of us feel.

Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.

Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.