I want to believe that happiness might at least be possible later on in life for people prone to sadness.

I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.

People should be nice to you, Leonard. You're a human being. You should expect people to be nice.

You can lose yourself in repetition—quiet your thoughts; I learned the value of this at a very young age.

The world will break your heart ten times till Sunday,that's guaranteed

Fly! There's a lot of sky out there for brave birds.

I...have a woman in my arms who has suffered greatly and desperately needs to believe once again that she is beautiful.