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Indeed, I was being pursued, and I was trying to run away. But from whom? I was going to say that I was fleeing from life itself. But I fear that you would mock me for the little experience I have of life.
People are nothing more than the accumulated stories of others.
You have to start with the good times.
The world is made up of stories. If it wasn’t, life would be insufferable.
Sometimes kindness can bring about more harm than the most malevolent acts.
Laughter is the wind of the mind and soul—it picks you up and whisks you far away.
Why are people born into the world? That’s easy. So they’ll have a story to tell. Some of us die before the story ends, some of us die long after the story has ended, and some of us die right at the very start.
Love enslaves others or it is a slave itself.
When we remember, we reinvigorate life.
“Fears exist so we can overcome them.”
“If you have a problem with the world, your problem is as big as the world.”
“If your heart is beating in your chest, you have a story. Everything you feel, your life, hopes, dreams, and moments of darkness are all your stories.”
“Some things settle into our thoughts and feelings because that is the very place they need to be. That’s why you can’t get rid of them. They exist to be remembered, as they are the bedrock of our stories and that which we call life.”
The sun that illuminated her inner world had set one more time. Night had fallen. A night of infinity.
the depths of my mind, the outer space of thought.
“Because life isn’t what we experience. It’s how we remember it.”
People write, people draw, people act . . . But what do others really get out of those creations? I mean, to what extent do they truly interiorize them, trying to make sure that nothing is lost?”
Death paved the way for the expression of some very emotional statements.”
