Simon Van Booy Quotes - Page 2

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now. And I'm much less likely to be indifferent. For me, indifference is the end of life.

I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

I think you can love someone and be infatuated with them, too. But infatuation is immediate, while the sort of love in the West is something you build with someone. It's a trust.

Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things

If you travel too often, you actually come face-to-face with what you're trying to escape. I feel like when I travel alone, sometimes it's like being locked in a hotel room with my own worst enemy.

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

I think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all the excitement has worn off.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Succes is really nothing more than the record of failure. To be successful means you must be willing to fail more than anyone else.

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.

Relationships break down, because it's about self. But when you take the "I" out of it and you're like, how can I make them happy, that means sacrifice. I think you have to be prepared to sacrifice, and a lot of people just aren't willing to. You have to give up a piece of yourself. By doing that, you get a greater sense of who you are. When you give something up, you need to fill the space where it used to be, and you understand the landscape in yourself a bit more.

I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than anything because if it were just an accident, then God must have died before he could finish the world.

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.

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

Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself - who have felt the same way we have, who have occupied the rooms we find ourselves locked in at various points of our lives.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands

I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be reborn.

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