Top 100 Van Booy Quotes
#1. I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.
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#2. Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.
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#3. Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in the
universe, except that everyone else is still here.
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#5. I can't stop thinking that everybody is somebody's child.
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#6. We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river - we could feel the weight of each other's stones.
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#7. Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with our innermost fears, hopes, disappointments, victories. To reach out to people we'll never meet.
It's the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones:
The history of how you felt.
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#8. Single parenting is sometimes just a case of sitting around by yourself in mild despair, not knowing what to do.
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#9. Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.
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#10. It's true the people we meet shape us. But the people we don't meet shape us also, often more because we have imagined them so vividly.
There are people we yearn for but never seem to meet.
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#11. I think we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a part of us once hatched.
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#12. I find hunger more interesting than accomplishment.
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#14. It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.
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#15. Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.
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#16. But war only ends for those who have not been in one.
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#17. I want the sea to tell them I've found someone I want to marry and that I have to say good-bye -
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#18. She said that one day they would be very old, that the world would be a different place, but it would always be their world, and that the time apart now would be a nightmare from which they would recover - desperation buried under years of happiness.
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#19. This is why fashion is such a magical part of our lives, for it inspires our decisions without dictating them; it sets the theme but not the limits of our aesthetic.
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#20. But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them? ... How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?
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#21. In that moment of recognition he is not consumed by a rushing sensation of love-quite simply a door opens to a room that has never gone away. The years apart were just years without one another.
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#22. He realized this early on, and realized too that what people think are their lives are merely its conditions. The truth is closer than thought and lies buried in what we already know.
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#23. But those who seek only reassurance from life will never be more than tourists - seeing everything and trying to possess what can only be felt.
Beauty is the shadow of imperfection.
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#24. That night she admitted her compulsion to escape. She was worried that if my father drowned, or I disappeared, she would be left with nothing. By running away at least she would have the joy of knowing she was missed.
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#25. 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.
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#26. I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that's the best thing I can do in life.
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#27. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.
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#28. Sometimes I wake up and lie still enough to hear a petal drop from the vase of flowers. Sometimes I lie awake and wish there was someone to hear my falling.
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#29. I was always a writer, by which I mean I was always scribbling away, doing something with pen and paper.
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#30. Many things are hard, Danny. Life comes at you in pieces sometimes too big to avoid
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#31. The key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth
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#32. Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go.
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#34. I think John Coltrane is one of the great American heroes, like Abraham Lincoln and Emily Dickinson.
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#35. When a person is loved, they are granted the strength of all seas.
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#36. Before I met with my wife, I loved her very much. I didn't know who she was, but I had a fire inside me for someone I knew existed. Now that she hangs out stars, I still love her, though we speak another language altogether.
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#37. I live in Rome where people sit by fountains and kiss. The sound of water is the sound of love rushing between them.
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#38. Grief is a room without doors - but somehow, with its tinsel and cliches, Christmas finds a way in.
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#39. You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.
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#41. I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.
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#42. night was like a horse that tore through the forest of memory. As
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#43. Shoes are a neutral blessing for us because feet generally aren't regarded as a place where the battle for self-esteem is won or lost. Feet don't change size when the body does through the natural ageing process.
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#45. When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.
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#46. I want to feel it somehow happened like that because things happen for a reason. I want to believe this more than anything because if it were just an accident, then God must have died before he could finish the world.
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#47. Everything you are
afraid of will never happen. It's the events you cannot
conceive of that happen.
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#48. It is the afternoon of my birthday, but still the morning of my life.
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#49. And he is enchanted by the beauty of small things: hot coffee, wind through an open window, the tapping of rain, a passing bicycle, the desolation of snow on a winter's day.
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#50. The damned would have to remain on earth in perpetual doubt. Once
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#51. Succes is really nothing more than the record of failure. To be successful means you must be willing to fail more than anyone else.
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#53. Thomas realized he had changed, that he was not the same man, but like everyone else, he was the result of an accident that had once taken place between nature and chance. An
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#54. To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.
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#55. That's truth, Harvey, not what's written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.
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#57. A stiff breeze had claimed Athens, filling bedrooms, rearranging the tops of desks, touching everything and nothing, as if searching for something it no longer recognized.
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#58. I think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all the excitement has worn off.
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#59. I want the sea to carry my unceasing love to their still bodies,
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#60. See - this book belongs to you,' Hannah said sweetly.
'No young lady,' the birdman said. 'It belongs to you - but you don't belong to it.'
He leaned in very close to her.
'You belong to you,' he said.
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#61. Children are the closest we have to wisdom, and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.
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#62. The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.
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#63. He might be famous (local newspaper or television) for finding it, true - but if fame takes away the thing it celebrates, then Sebastien would prefer the inspired silence. We're all famous in our own hearts anyway.
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#64. He felt that his life was nothing more than a light that would blink once in the history of the universe and then be forgotten.
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#65. For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.
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#67. The joy of style lies not in how we look to other people, but in how we look to ourselves - and the most memorable and beautiful outfits are simply those that, in some rare moment of joy, we found the courage to share with the world.
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#68. There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth
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#69. I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.
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#71. She once told me how she could feel the missing part of her arm- how she sometimes experienced the sensation of a hand- that it is possible to feel something without its physical presence.
Perhaps love is like this and we are all limbs of one giant intangible body.
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#72. For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel
like home.
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#73. You are in the place that was meant for you. Everything had to be arranged like this to get you here.
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#74. The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.
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#75. We may mean nothing to time, but to each other we are kings and queens, and the world is a wild benevolent garden filled with chance meetings and unexplained departures. Magda
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#76. Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.
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#78. Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.
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#79. I never want her to know that fatherhood was the ambition of my life.
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#80. She told me that while my father's body might be crushed under tons of black earth, the body is nothing but camouflage. She whispered that every soul is a river trying to find its way back to the sea.
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#81. I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can't change.
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#82. Rain says everything we cannot say to one another. t is an ancient sound that willed all life into being, but fell so long upon nothing.
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#83. They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands
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#84. The most frustrating part of trying to direct everything is not that it alienates you from people who genuinely want to help, but that it's actually impossible.
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#85. I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be reborn.
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#86. The love of a
man is like a drop of color into something clear.
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#88. [I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.
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#89. The coat-check line is long enough to fall in love with the person behind you.
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#90. Reading reassures us that no matter how alone we might feel, there are many others - spread as wide as history itself - who have felt the same way we have, who have occupied the rooms we find ourselves locked in at various points of our lives.
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#92. Perhaps we were each allotted only a certain amount of love - enough for only an initial meeting - a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being.
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#93. Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.
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#94. He wanted to tell the baby that Paris was like a poem in stone.
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#95. Then, breathing slow, and almost deliberately, stops. But for a moment the old man doesn't realize he is dead. He can feel Martin's heart and mistakes it for his own.
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#96. In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.
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#97. Daddy, where's panda?" Gerard finds her stuffed panda and lays it next to her. She goes back to sleep immediately. In
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#98. Writers are often alone when they work. Hours pass in silence as one long moment; light fades as day turns back to face the coming night.
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#99. Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now.
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#100. I think most people in the world are decent if they're not suffering.
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