Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I'll build a castle.

To love is to tire of being alone; it is therefore a cowardice, a betrayal of ourselves. (It is exceedingly important that we not love.)

The world belongs to who doesn't feel. The primary condition to be a practical man is the absence of sensitivity.

Through an experience that simultaneously involved my sensibility and intelligence, I realized early on that the imaginative life, however morbid it might seem, is the one that suits temperaments like mine. The fictions of my imagination (as it later developed) may weary me, but they don't hurt or humiliate. Impossible lovers can't cheat on us, or smile at us falsely, or be calculating in their caresses. They never forsake us, and they don't die or disappear. --The book of Disquiet

This world is for those who are born to conquer it, Not for those who dream that are able to conquer it, even if they're right.

Isn't joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice

Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, "look at me move.