Best 80 quotes of Simon Van Booy on MyQuotes

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

Athens is the birthplace of modern tragedy. In the Greek tragic plays, the tableau of the characters would become a statue, like the statue of Oedipus reaching up to the Gods with blood spilling out of his eyes. I love the way the Greeks would immortalize experience. Things that all of us feel.

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?

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.

Children are the closest we have to wisdom and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.

Coincidences mean you're on the right path.

Could it be that first love was the only true love? And that after those first fires had been doused or burned out, men and women chose whom they would love based on worldly needs, and then reenacted the rituals and feelings of that first pure experience - nursed the flames that once burned of their own accord

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

Dreamers conquered the world long ago.

Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.

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. And I'm much less likely to be indifferent. For me, indifference is the end of life.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

For some people, life is the process of knocking through walls to get out. For others, it is the building of walls.

For those who are lost, there will always be cities that feel like home.

Hands have their own language.

I didn’t know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed.

If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony; in a car on the way to the airport; or as a gray bedrooms fills with dawn, one lover watching the other; or as two strangers stand together in the rain with no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don't know then. But later you realize - that was the moment.

If you travel too often, you actually come face-to-face with what you're trying to escape. I feel like when I travel alone, sometimes it's like being locked in a hotel room with my own worst enemy.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I think you can love someone and be infatuated with them, too. But infatuation is immediate, while the sort of love in the West is something you build with someone. It's a trust.

I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

It’s the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: the history of how you felt.

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.

I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.

I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.

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.

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.

Language is like drinking from one's own reflection in still water. We only take from it what we are at the time.

Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.

Life can unmoor so many feelings; it is a relief we sleep through it. Night unravels the day and reinvents it for the first time. 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.

Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things

Loneliness is like being the only person left alive in the universe, except that everyone else is still here.

Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.

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.

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.

Relationships break down, because it's about self. But when you take the "I" out of it and you're like, how can I make them happy, that means sacrifice. I think you have to be prepared to sacrifice, and a lot of people just aren't willing to. You have to give up a piece of yourself. By doing that, you get a greater sense of who you are. When you give something up, you need to fill the space where it used to be, and you understand the landscape in yourself a bit more.

Royal Young's writing is that rare blend of irony and beauty.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

Some studies show that we're physically attracted, like animal attraction, to people that have a different immune system to us. So even though I love cologne, it's probably keeping me from finding a good mate.

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

Succes is really nothing more than the record of failure. To be successful means you must be willing to fail more than anyone else.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.