Stay low, stay quiet, keep it simple, don't expect too much, enjoy what you have.
Once you have had a wonderful dog, a life without one, is a life diminished.
I'm small, I'm young- and I'm so different. You've always respected that difference, and you've always trusted it. Trust me now. There's a reason I am the way I am, and there's a reason I was born to you. There's always a reason. We belong together.
The heart is an artist that paints over what profoundly disturbs it, leaving on the canvas a less dark, less sharp version of the truth.
Given my heritage and the ordeal of my childhood, I sometimes wonder why I myself am not insane. Maybe I am.
As long as I have laughter, I am not without hope
When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing.
There are no explanations for human evil. Only excuses.
If we were always conscious of the fact that people precious to us are frighteningly mortal, hanging not even by a thread, but by a wisp of gossamer, perhaps we would be kinder to them and more grateful for the love and friendship they give to us.
If one's friends do not openly laugh at him, they are not in fact his friends.
Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities.
Where there is cake, there is hope. And there is always cake.
Humanity is a parade of fools, and I am at the front of it, twirling a baton.
Please, don't torture me with cliches. If you're going to try to intimidate me, have the courtesy to go away for a while, acquire a better education, improve your vocabulary, and come back with some fresh metaphors.
Do as little harm to others as you can; make any sacrifice for your true friends; be responsible for yourself and ask nothing of others; and grab all the fun you can. Don't give much thought to yesterday, don't worry about tomorrow, live in the moment, and trust that your existence has meaning even when the world seems to be all blind chance and chaos. When life lands a hammer blow in your face, do your best to respond to the hammer as if it had been a cream pie.
From time to time, I do consider that I might be mad. Like any self-respecting lunatic, however, I am always quick to dismiss any doubts about my sanity.
Human beings can always be relied upon to exert, with vigor, their God-given right to be stupid.
She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.
Some people think only intellect counts: knowing how to solve problems, knowing how to get by, knowing how to identify an advantage and seize it. But the functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion, and empathy.
Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.
Intuition is seeing with the soul.
Never leave a friend behind. Friends are all we have to get us through this life--and they are the only things from this world that we could hope to see in the next.
The things we worry about the most are never the things that bite us. The sharpest teeth always take their nip of us when we are looking the other way.
Change isn't easy. Changing the way you live means changing the way you think, means changing what you believe about life. That's hard.
When we make our own misery we sometimes cling to it even when we want so bad to change, because misery is something we know. The misery is comfortable.
Now take my hand and hold it tight. I will not fail you here tonight, For failing you, I fail myself And place my soul upon a shelf In Hell's library without light. I will not fail you here tonight.
Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.
For the likes of you, the path to happiness is one mean son of a bitch of a path.
In this world only the paranoid survive.
This world, which has the potential to be Eden, is instead the hell before Hell. In our arrogance, we have made it so.
In an infinite universe, anything that could be imagined might somewhere exist.
Every life is complicated, every mind a kingdom of unmapped mysteries.
In self- defense and in defense of the innocent, cowardice is the only sin.
Books were this wonderful escape for me because I could open a book and disappear into it, and that was the only way out of that house when I was a kid.
If dogs talked, one of them would be president by now. Everybody likes dogs.
It will all be better in the end and if it is not better then it must not be the end yet
Human beings are such knotted, desperate pieces of work-it's a rare thing to know one completely, to the core, and still love him.
No one can grant you happiness. Happiness is a choice we all have the power to make.
On the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.
We are not strangers to ourselves, we only try to be.