Perhaps - Quotes
Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody - really want him - it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause you a lacerating injury.
Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed.
To women who please me only by their faces I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts when they open to me a perspective of flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to the clear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break - at once supple and stable, tractable and consistent - I am ever tender and true.
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
Life is never fair [...]. And perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.
Life is a pinball game in which we bounce and graze through a gantlet of chutes and bumpers. Perhaps our history of collisions and near misses explains what made us what we are.
Joy?
A little pearl of the ocean.
Perhaps
By the time I fish it up
I may break it.
This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
To teach how to live without certainty, and yet without being paralysed by hesitation, is perhaps the chief thing that philosophy, in our age, can still do for those who study it.
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.
Maybe Christmas [...] doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!
Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars - mere globs of gas atoms. Nothing is "mere." I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination - stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern - of which I am a part - perhaps my stuff was belched from some forgotten star, as one is belching there. Or see them with the greater eye of Palomar, rushing all apart from some common starting point when they were perhaps all together. What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined!