Simon Van Booy Quotes

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

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.

You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Grief is a room without doors - but somehow, with its tinsel and cliches, Christmas finds a way in.

You are hatching from the past.

Children are the closest we have to wisdom, and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.

...I like stories very much, ” the priest said. “They help me understand myself better.

[I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

Life had called his name, and without thinking, he had stepped forward. He wondered if perhaps he was becoming the person he had always wanted to be.

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.

Your grief is something to be admired – the pain of severance. A scar where something used to be.

We cross from memory into imagination with only a vague awareness of change.

When a person is loved, they are granted the strength of all seas.

That's truth, Harvey, not what's written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.

Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.

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

He realized this early on, and realized too that what people think are their lives are merely its conditions. The truth is closer than thought and lies buried in what we already know.

Libraries are the ultimate restaurants for brain food. I sleep better knowing there are libraries. I would take a bullet for a librarian.

The love of aman is like a drop of color into something clear.

The very best and the very worst of life will come from [their] ability to love strangers.

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

It is the afternoon of my birthday, but still the morning of my life.

When he smiles, they mostly look away. But Martin likes to think they carry his smile for a few blocks – that even the smallest gesture is something grand.

We all have different lives, Martin believes – but in the end probably feel the same things, and regret the fear we thought might somehow sustain us.

I was afraid of the sea when I was a girl. Someone said it went on forever and that frightened me. I wondered why my parents had chosen to live at the beginning and the end of the world.

In his heart, some tiny piece of what hadn't happened would lodge.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’renot the first to die.

He wanted to tell the baby that Paris was like a poem in stone.

Single parenting is sometimes just a case of sitting around by yourself in mild despair, not knowing what to do.