Never give up; for even rivers someday wash dams away.

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.

I worried she might spend an afternoon chatting with me about the sights and then wish me best of luck.

After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

We don't become geisha because we want our lives to be happy; we become geisha because we have no choice.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease, even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence.

If you aren't the woman I think you are, then this isn't the world I thought it was.

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.

We have to endure the discordance between imagination and fact. It is better to say, “I am suffering, ” than to say, “This landscape is ugly.

There are thousands of words in the English language for acts of senseless violence, but not one seems to be a contestant when a child dies.

Ignorance is not so damnable as humbug

You become what you allow yourself to become.

We are confusing making “progress” with eradicating the larger problem.

To halve the number of times that other people hurt you: halve the number of expectations that you have from other people.

Our lives are fed by kind words and gracious behavior. We are nourished by expressions like 'excuse me', and other such simple courtesies.

If you don't believe in dragons, It is curiously true That the dragons you disparage Choose to not believe in you.

Jack White has just done a song for Coca-Cola. End of. He ceases to be in the club. And he looks like Zorro on doughnuts.

If one knows exactly what is going to be done, why do it?