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The lonely mind in the busy city yearns for connection because it thinks human-to-human connection is the point of everything. But amid pure nature (...) solitude took on a different character. It became in itself a kind of connection. A connection between herself and the world. And between her and herself.

The Lord is not serious. In fact, it is a little hard to know what else He is except loving. And love has to do with humor, doesn't it? For you cannot love someone unless you put up with him, can you? And you cannot put up with someone constantly unless you can laugh at him. Isn't that true? And certainly we are ridiculous little animals wallowing in the fudge bowl, and God must love us all the more because we appeal to His humor.

Sometimes luck belongs to children and madmen.

First we only want to be seen, but once we’re seen, that’s not enough anymore. After that, We want to be remembered.

Hell is the absence of the people you long for.

Love is salt, like sea-water - I drink and i die of thirst.... Water! Water! Yet the more I drink, the more i burn. Love! Thou art bitter as the seaweed.

But a heart has no ears.

Sånn er det noen ganger (...). Når andre tvinger sin verden på meg, mens jeg har lyst til å tenke på helt andre ting.

You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh. With defiance, with abandon, with hysteria, any way you can.

People who can't see what's ahead of them populate their tomorrows with monsters.

Every great genius is mad upon the subject in which he is greatest. The unsuccessful madman is disgraced and called a lunatic.

Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the thoughts his brains gave birth to we have inherited today; his passions are our cause of life; the joys and sorrows that he knew are our familiar friends - the end from which he fled aghast will surely overtake us also!

To realize you are the source of your own loneliness is not a cure for it. But it is a step toward seeing that it is not inevitable, and that such a choice is not irrevocable.

A child sees the acorn of his daily life, but a man looks back on the oak.

Changing the world is good for those that want their names in books. But being happy, that is for those who write their names in the lives of others, and hold the hearts of others as the treasure most dear.

I once heard a tale of a man
Who spli himself in two.
The one part never changed at all;
the oter grew and grew.
The changeless part was always true,
The growing part was always new,
And I wondered, when the tale was through,
Which part was me, and which was you.

Welders and smiths are tough. Sons of bitches have problems of their own.

I carry the seeds of death within me and plant them wherever I linger long enough to love.