They will know misery as intimately as the spider knows it's web, and produce it with as much instinct.

Your judgement creates suffering.

There's two wolves battling inside right now. One's good, the other one is evil. If you're wondering which wolf inside will succeed - it's simple, it's the one that you feed.

As long as we are under the same sky, we shouldn't be sad when we part ways.

Memory gives moments immortality, but forgetfulness promotes a healthy mind. It's good to forget.

But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.

If there ever is tomorrow when we're not together... you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.

The whole world is rocking, but it's balanced. There is no rest anywhere or in anything. Rest gets destroyed by time. Rest gets destroyed by the outside world. Rest is unstable. Those who know how to keep balance, by being now on the right, now on the left; now above, below; inside, outside, they are able to be above the world. It is they who are capable of being emperors of the Black and White gods.

Happiness always turns into sorrow. Tears always turn into laughter. Tenderness always becomes rough with time. Friendship turns into love; love turns into habit; habit - into hatred; hatred - into solace; solace - into curiosity; curiosity - into friendship.

When the Black God looks at the White God, and the White God looks at the Black God, everything becomes colorful. When the Black God and the White God integrate into a whole, the "Self" is revealed. Consciousness is the White God. The body is the Black God.

Fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm fearsome, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reasons for remaining ashore. They leave that wisdom to those to whom it appeals. When the storm comes, when night falls, what’s worse: the danger or the fear of danger? Give me reality, the danger itself.

If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s.

I realized that I can keep going if I don't worry about how stupid I look!

So let us sing and sing it loud - that we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

The slave is doomed to worship Time and Fate and Death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour. But, great as they are, to think of them greatly, to feel their passionless splendor, is greater still. And such thought makes us free men; we no longer bow before the inevitable in Oriental subjection, but we absorb it, and make it a part of ourselves. To abandon the struggle for private happiness, to expel all eagerness of temporary desire, to burn with passion for eternal things—this is emancipation, and this is the free man's worship. And this liberation is effected by a contemplation of Fate; for Fate itself is subdued by the mind which leaves nothing to be purged by the purifying fire of Time.

The life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades vanish from our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent Death. Very brief is the time in which we can help them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instil faith in hours of despair. Let us not weigh in grudging scales their merits and demerits, but let us think only of their need—of the sorrows, the difficulties, perhaps the blindnesses, that make the misery of their lives; let us remember that they are fellow-sufferers in the same darkness, actors in the same tragedy with ourselves.

He has no other choice but to be strong.

People cannot lose their emotions. My emotions... got lost somewhere inside me. They're like a letter I sent to myself that took decades to finally arrive.

Art is not for fixing yourself, it is for showing others that you're broken, so they might feel less alone.

You are not a doing, you are a being. When you realize that you are not your labor, you will never need to work again.

Love isn’t just made of the moments that worked, you know? It’s the missing that person when they’re gone as well. It’s the hole that only they could occupy and knowing they might never occupy it again. But at least that absence is something that we can keep. The evenings spent missing them are just as much what love is as the mornings you spent together. You took out a great loan from the universe and grief is the debt that love incurs.

We work to afford leisure, and we use leisure to pursue truth, beauty, and contemplation.

Fall in love with some activity, and do it! Nobody ever figures out what life is all about, and it doesn't matter. Explore the world. Nearly everything is really interesting if you go into it deeply enough. Work as hard and as much as you want to on the things you like to do the best. Don't think about what you want to be, but what you want to do. Keep up some kind of a minimum with other things so that society doesn't stop you from doing anything at all.

I do not fear death. I fear only that my rage will fade over time.

Do you think you can make your sins disappear by lying?

What you are doing speaks so loudly I cannot hear what you are saying.

Find someone who speaks the language of your soul so you don’t have to spend a lifetime translating.

Dreams. Each man longs to pursue his dream. Each man is tortured by his dream, but the dream gives meaning to his life. Even if the dream ruins his life, man cannot allow himself to leave it behind. In this world, is man ever able to possess anything more solid, than a dream?

You believe I cannot pray with a single arm? A prayer comes from the heart.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a ride!"

So it looks like, I am the real one. And you are just an underdeveloped figment of someone's imagination. You haven't been drawn yet. You're gonna have to try awfully hard if you want to prove that it's the other way around, and you can consider yourself a real living being! And most importantly, this is not a game, this is a...

Just play... for it's the game that makes this life a dream come true.

Being empty, means anything can fit inside you. if you want to be reborn, empty's the best way to be.

If you weren't stuck in your own head, you'd be where I am now instead.

Life is barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you get good at.

But before any of those, there is another precious thing that presents itself before any man. That is, a dream you must fulfill for yourself and not for anybody else. Some dream of ruling the world. Some devote their entire lives to honing their swordsmanship. Some dreams are pursued alone, while other dreams devour the dreams of thousands or tens of thousands, like a storm. Dreams push them forward, dreams make them suffer. Dreams keep them alive, dreams lead to their death. And after they're abandoned by their dreams, it continues to smolder in their hearts. Every man has envisioned living a life like that at least once. To be martyred for his god, his dream. Simply going through the motions of life because you were born - I will never be able to stand that kind of life.

It is my perception, that a true friend never relies on another's dream. A person with the potential to be my true friend, must be able to find his reason for life without my help. And, he would have to put his heart and soul into protecting his dream. He would never hesitate to fight for his dream, even against me. For me, a true friend is one who stands equal on those terms.

What we do for ourselves, dies with us. What we do for others, lives beyond us.

Madness can be a medicine for the modern world. You take it in moderation, it’s beneficial. It can be a boost to our psychological immune systems to help fight the existential crisis of normal life.

That's all it takes, you see - a moment of kindness. Someone who is sweet and understanding, who seems to be sent there like an angel on the road to get you through the nightmare.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

As long as you're alive, you can start again.

Gradually I learned to be indifferent to myself and my deficiencies; I came to center my attention increasingly upon external objects: the state of the world, various branches of knowledge, individuals for whom I felt affection. External interests, it is true, bring each its own possibility of pain: the world may be plunged in war, knowledge in some direction may be hard to achieve, friends may die. But pains of these kinds do not destroy the essential quality of life, as do those that spring from disgust with self. External discipline is the only road to happiness for those unfortunates whose self-absorption is too profound to be cured in any other way.

No satisfaction based upon self-deception is solid, and however unpleasant the truth may be, it is better to face it once for all, to get used to it, and to proceed to build your life in accordance with it.

This is the real secret of life - to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.

Blinded by a fear of feeling, these are the kings we chose.

The only way out of this hell is through. So run and keep running fast. 'Cause if you slow down, it'll ruin you. So keep running and never look back.

That's why you jump. You jump because it's terrifying. You jump because you want to live.

Your anger will not subside even if you kill the master. Anger will manifest anger, and people will keep dying. That's all. I was living that nightmare this whole time. Please don't put yourself under the same curse as me.

I've spent ages losing sleep, while strangers warmed your bed. I know it's over, please be over, there's nothing left to save. Let me let you down, I can't watch you drown with me.