There are just two kinds of music: all the other – on which the body can dance, and classical music – on which the soul can dance. While I was listening Rachmaninoff the flood came at my door. So they climbed two by two on the Arch. Not the birds. The birds cannot crawl or climb, that’s why they always arrive in time. ~ People crawl. ~ So they floated one year and ten days until Ararat. Life bloomed in two. If it wouldn’t be that simple! Two times simple! The drops of rain, two by two, are listening to my music on the other side of the window, before being absorbed by the silence of the earth. But the human is music and flood. Divided in two. Good, and bad. And divided. When inside of himself, when outside of himself. And he is sometimes late. Just the birds and the rain come in perfect time. Is it raining outside of your inside too?
The accomplishments of one person show how much he invested in certain areas of his life and how much he neglected all the others.
Sometimes happiness is math. If you wonder how much sex matters in a relationship, think of how much time you spend making sex.
No one can lie to you so well as they lie to themselves.
If you want to cover up a violent truth, you add a layer of humor, and call it irony. Irony is the weapon of smart people.
Hate is unrequited love.
You look into the past only not to make the same mistakes again. You cannot remain in it, not matter how wonderful the past was. The past passed.
You have to become a champion in getting quickly out of negative situations, because life will not spare you of them.
Life is a dog you are used to play with by throwing him a stick. You are used to the game, you trust the dog, but one day it doesn’t come back with the stick. Another day even the dog doesn’t return. The man is a master who finds out too late he owned no dog.
The divorce was invented so you’ll not have to sleep with a mistake your entire life.
And how hard it is to let go the ones who make you unhappy!
When you are with somebody who hides being seen with you, you are worse than alone. Even you are not with you.
Fidelity is often just a lack of options.
Life is a comedy to which we are all crying.
We are preparing ourselves to write the story of our life, but without love we live only the draft of it.
Some people don’t need the others’ approval. They build themselves a pedestal and they climb it. One stupid person is enough to admire them, and you cannot escape their greatness.
Don’t ask me who I am. Ask yourself who you can be next to me.
What is life? A wing beat.