Simon Van Booy Quotes

Hands have their own language.

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.

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

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.

The beauty of artifacts is in how they reassure us we’re not the first to die.

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.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

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

The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.

I read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

There are some lies that, under the right circumstances, are the only truth

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

Coincidences mean you're on the right path.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

They haven't made love for years but sleep holding hands

To love again, you must not discard what has happened to you, but take from it the strength you'll need to carry on.

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

Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

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.

Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go.

When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no one around him scurried for cover. For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

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

Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

We see in others what we want and what we fear.

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 music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

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.

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

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.

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.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

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.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

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.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.