Buddha Quotes

MAYBE WE JUDGE PEOPLE TOO MUCH BY THEIR LOOKS BECAUSE IT’S EASIER THAN SEEING WHAT’S REALLY IMPORTANT.

HATE ISN’T THE MOST DANGEROUS THING, HE’D SAID. INDIFFERENCE IS.

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE YOU LET YOURSELF FEEL, AND THAT IS A BRAVE THING INDEED.

HOWEVER MUCH YOU LOVE SOMEBODY, YOU SHOULD ALWAYS KEEP A PART OF YOURSELF TO YOURSELF. NEVER GIVE IT ALL. YOU CAN NEVER BE YOURSELF OTHERWISE.

STAYING QUIET DOESN’T MEAN I’VE NOTHING TO SAY. IT MEANS I DON’T THINK YOU’RE READY TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS

IF YOU BREAK THE LITTLE PROMISES, YOU’LL BREAK BIG ONES.

BUT SOMETIMES YOUR LIGHT ATTRACTS MOTHS AND YOUR WARMTH ATTRACTS PARASITES. PROTECT YOUR SPACE AND ENERGY.

THAT WAS ONE OF THE SADDEST THINGS ABOUT PEOPLE—THEIR MOST IMPORTANT THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS OFTEN WENT UNSPOKEN AND BARELY UNDERSTOOD.

IT’S NOT THE PAIN I’M AFRAID OF; I KNOW ABOUT THE PAIN. WHAT I’M AFRAID OF IS THE END OF THIS SMALL, SWEET DREAM.

THINKING SOMETHING DOES NOT MAKE IT TRUE. WANTING SOMETHING DOES NOT MAKE IT REAL.

YOU WILL LOSE SOMEONE YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT, AND YOUR HEART WILL BE BADLY BROKEN, AND THE BAD NEWS IS THAT YOU NEVER COMPLETELY GET OVER THE LOSS OF YOUR BELOVED. BUT THIS IS ALSO THE GOOD NEWS. THEY LIVE FOREVER IN YOUR BROKEN HEART THAT DOESN’T SEAL BACK UP. AND YOU COME THROUGH.

I DON’T KNOW A PERFECT PERSON. I ONLY KNOW FLAWED PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL WORTH LOVING.

WHY DO YOU GO AWAY? SO THAT YOU CAN COME BACK. SO THAT YOU CAN SEE THE PLACE YOU CAME FROM WITH NEW EYES AND EXTRA COLOURS. AND THE PEOPLE THERE SEE YOU DIFFERENTLY, TOO. COMING BACK TO WHERE YOU STARTED IS NOT THE SAME AS NEVER LEAVING

ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING THINGS THAT CAN HAPPEN IS FINDING SOMEONE WHO SEES EVERYTHING YOU ARE AND WON’T LET YOU BE ANYTHING LESS. THEY SEE THE POTENTIAL OF YOU. THEY SEE ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES. AND THROUGH THEIR EYES, YOU START TO SEE YOURSELF THE SAME WAY AS SOMEONE WHO MATTERS. AS SOMEONE WHO CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD. IF YOU’RE LUCKY ENOUGH TO FIND THIS PERSON, NEVER LET THEM GO.

THINGS THAT MATTER ARE NOT EASY. FEELINGS OF HAPPINESS ARE EASY. HAPPINESS IS NOT. FLIRTING IS EASY. LOVE IS NOT. SAYING YOU’RE FRIENDS IS EASY. BEING FRIENDS IS NOT.

I WONDER IF THINGS CAN HAPPEN TOO EARLY OR TOO LATE OR IF EVERYTHING HAPPENS AT EXACTLY THE RIGHT TIME. IF SO, HOW SAD AND BEAUTIFUL.

SOME THINGS ARE MORE PRECIOUS BECAUSE THEY DON’T LAST LONG.

EVEN IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S COMING, YOU’RE NEVER PREPARED FOR HOW IT FEELS.

PEOPLE WILL LOVE YOU. PEOPLE WILL HATE YOU. AND NONE OF IT WILL HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU.

THERE MUST BE THOSE AMONG WHOM WE CAN SIT DOWN AND WEEP AND STILL BE COUNTED AS WARRIORS.

YOU CAN ONLY UNDERSTAND PEOPLE IF YOU FEEL THEM IN YOURSELF.

IT PASSES, BUT IT DOES NOT PASS AWAY.

WHEN YOU DANCE TO YOUR OWN RHYTHM, PEOPLE MAY NOT UNDERSTAND YOU; THEY MAY EVEN HATE YOU. BUT MOSTLY THEY’LL WISH THEY HAD THE COURAGE TO DO THE SAME.

PEOPLE DISAPPEARED, REAPPEARED, MADE PLANS TO GO SOMEWHERE, AND THEN LOST EACH OTHER, SEARCHED FOR EACH OTHER, FOUND EACH OTHER A FEW FEET AWAY.

I WENT INSIDE MY HEART
TO SEE HOW IT WAS.
SOMETHING THERE MAKES ME HEAR
THE WHOLE WORLD WEEPING.

THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH A SILENCE, WHO RUSH TO FILL IT BY SAYING ANYTHING, THINKING THAT ANYTHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING, BUT I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE. I AM NOT AT ALL DISQUIETED BY SILENCE.

WRITING IS AN EXTREME PRIVILEGE BUT IT’S ALSO A GIFT. IT’S A GIFT TO YOURSELF AND IT’S A GIFT OF GIVING A STORY TO SOMEONE.

MOST PEOPLE NEED LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE A LOT MORE THAN THEY NEED ADVICE.

READ THE BOOKS YOU LOVE, TELL PEOPLE ABOUT AUTHORS YOU LIKE, AND DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT.

I DO NOT LIVE FOR WHAT THE WORLD THINKS OF ME, BUT FOR WHAT I THINK OF MYSELF.

I REGRET NOTHING. THERE HAVE BEEN THINGS I MISSED, BUT I ASK NO QUESTIONS, BECAUSE I HAVE LOVED IT, SUCH AS IT HAS BEEN, EVEN THE MOMENTS OF EMPTINESS, EVEN THE UNANSWERED-AND THAT I LOVED IT, THAT IS THE UNANSWERED IN MY LIFE.

IF I FIND IN MYSELF A DESIRE WHICH NO EXPERIENCE IN THIS WORLD CAN SATISFY, THE MOST PROBABLE EXPLANATION IS THAT I WAS MADE FOR ANOTHER WORLD.

MAY YOUR COMING YEAR BE FILLED WITH MAGIC AND DREAMS AND GOOD MADNESS. I HOPE YOU READ SOME FINE BOOKS AND KISS SOMEONE WHO THINKS YOU’RE WONDERFUL, AND DON’T FORGET TO MAKE SOME ART – WRITE OR DRAW OR BUILD OR SING OR LIVE AS ONLY YOU CAN. AND I HOPE, SOMEWHERE IN THE NEXT YEAR, YOU SURPRISE YOURSELF.

I LOVE YOU. I WORRY ABOUT YOU. I WONDER WHETHER I TELL YOU ENOUGH HOW I LOVE YOU AND WANT YOU AND NEED YOU AND HOW I AM DIMINISHED … WHEN YOU ARE NOT WITH ME AND HOW I AM MULTIPLIED WHEN YOU ARE HERE.

IT’S A LESSON IN LIFE—DON’T LOOK BACK, YOU’LL TRIP OVER.

I HAD NO FEELING FOR THE THINGS SO MANY OTHERS NEEDED.

I ONLY FEEL LIKE MYSELF WHEN I AM ALONE.

I WAS A CHILD WHO NEVER FELT COMPLETE ABOUT HOLDING ANYTHING UNTIL IT WAS BROKEN.

I AM WRITING WITH MY BURNT HAND ABOUT THE NATURE OF FIRE.

I AM WRITING WITH MY BURNT HAND ABOUT THE NATURE OF FIRE.

SHE SMELLED OF CIGARETTES AND SADNESS.

NEVER LET FEAR AND STUPID PRIDE MAKE YOU LOSE SOMEONE WHO’S PRECIOUS TO YOU.

I HAVE NO OTHER POSSESSIONS OF VALUE BUT MY SOUL.

PEOPLE THINK FIRST LOVE IS SWEET, AND NEVER SWEETER THAN WHEN THAT FIRST BOND SNAPS… YET THAT FIRST BROKEN HEART IS ALWAYS THE MOST PAINFUL, THE SLOWEST TO MEND, AND LEAVES THE MOST VISIBLE SCAR. WHAT’S SO SWEET ABOUT THAT?

IT’S HARD TO LET GO. EVEN WHEN WHAT YOU’RE HOLDING ONTO IS FULL OF THORNS, IT’S HARD TO LET GO. MAYBE ESPECIALLY THEN.

YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO YOUR HEART, AND NOT THE VOICES IN YOUR HEAD.

IT TAKES A SPECIAL SOMEONE TO SEE DARKNESS INSIDE OF SOMEONE AND NOT CONDEMN THEM.

WELL WRITE TO ME. YOU MAY SAVE A HUMAN LIFE.

YOU’RE SO GODDAMNED TOUGH,
BUT ALL PEOPLE DON’T HAVE TO BE LIKE YOU.

DO NOT MOCK A PAIN THAT YOU HAVEN’T ENDURED.

…I HAVE MY MADNESS, I LIVE IN ANOTHER DIMENSION AND I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THINGS THAT HAVE NO SOUL.

MAYBE WE JUST LIVED BETWEEN HURTING AND HEALING.

WHAT I MEAN TO SAY IS, THE MORE YOU REMEMBER, THE MORE YOU’VE LOST.

YOU ARE LOVED JUST FOR BEING WHO YOU ARE, JUST FOR EXISTING. YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING TO EARN IT. YOUR SHORTCOMINGS, YOUR LACK OF SELF-ESTEEM, PHYSICAL PERFECTION, OR SOCIAL AND ECONOMIC SUCCESS - NONE OF THAT MATTERS. NO ONE CAN TAKE THIS LOVE AWAY FROM YOU, AND IT WILL ALWAYS BE HERE.

WHY CAN’T PEOPLE JUST SIT AND READ BOOKS AND BE NICE TO EACH OTHER?

WHAT IS EVERYBODY ELSE DOING?’
‘THEY’RE HOPING TOO.’

BE SOFTER WITH YOU.
YOU ARE A BREATHING THING.
A MEMORY TO SOMEONE.
A HOME TO A LIFE.

THE ONES THAT HURT THE MOST ALWAYS SAY THE LEAST.

SOMETIMES JUST BEING STILL IS THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO FOR YOURSELF.

BLESSED ARE THE HEARTS THAT CAN BEND; THEY SHALL NEVER BE BROKEN.

EVERYONE TELLS YOU IT’S ALL RIGHT TO CRY, BUT NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE SAY IT’S ALL RIGHT IF YOU DON’T WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW.

THE CLOSER YOU KEEP WHAT’S IN YOUR HEAD, TO WHAT’S IN YOUR HEART. THE BETTER YOUR LIFE WILL BE.

IT’S JUST SOME FEEL AND OTHERS DON’T.

I CANNOT MAKE MY DAYS LONGER, SO I STRIVE TO MAKE THEM BETTER.

PERHAPS WE ALL GIVE THE BEST OF OUR HEARTS UNCRITICALLY—TO THOSE WHO HARDLY THINK ABOUT US IN RETURN.