The thing is to be happy,’ he said. ‘No matter what. Just try that. You can. It gets to be easier and easier. It’s nothing to do with circumstances. You wouldn’t believe how good it is. Accept everything and then tragedy disappears. Or tragedy lightens, anyway, you’re just there, going along easy in the world.
The strange and terrible thing coming clear to her about the world of the future, as she now pictured it, was that she would not exist there. She would only walk around, and open her mouth and speak, and do this and that. She would not really be there…. What would she care about? How would she know that she was alive?
"there is nothing to be done/it cannot be helped"
The only thing suffering teaches us is that we are capable of suffering.
Why do you look so sad? You have your whole life ahead of you.
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.
I say unto thee: rise up and walk. None of your bones are broken.
No, I don’t. I’m very self-sufficient. I like my own space. I mean, why does everybody need to be with somebody? I don’t understand that. I really don’t. You know, somebody doesn’t complete you.
And I am running out of time