When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.
I hate all those weathermen who tell you that rain is bad weather. There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing, so get yourself a sexy raincoat and live a little.
Too much learning can crack even the freshest!
No matter how many grains of gold I serve you, you keep eating oatmeal, and I can’t become my problem.
I want to tell people how to live spiritually. After you’ve bought all your houses and clothes, you want something bigger.
Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, itøs probably crap.
I don’t think you should think too much about the fact that time is passing and you’re not a teenager anymore. Then you just get plagued and get even more wrinkles and look even more grumpy and sad.
One of the things I can’t get my hands on is something like “Mothers’ Clubs”, where instead of reading a book and walking in nature with their babies, they sit and talk about vomit and nappies and burping with other like-minded people and get nowhere. I think it bothers me a little in the women’s area.
If someone says it’s raining and another person says it’s dry, it’s not your job to quote them both. Your job is to look out the fucking window and find out which is true.
In the past, we learned to cope with challenges ourselves. Today, a lot of people younger than me are not resistant to the vicissitudes and emotional challenges of life. If you’ve been told all your life that it’s the others who should spoil you and keep you free of problems, you’re probably a very sober person emotionally.
If you only want to see dog shit, then there is dog shit.
An amazing breathlessness arises because we fill our lives with emptiness and Facebook. In a discussion about the empty calories of Facebook, someone close to me said with great seriousness: “I have 190 friends on Facebook.” Then I replied: “Yes, but hardly one of them will pick up your coffin the day you leave here.” Why not use the time for some fewer and real friends in the real world.
I knew we had to drive on cobblestones, but I didn’t know they had thrown them down from a helicopter.
In a rich man’s house, there is no place to spit in his face.
The longer I stay at home, the more homeless I look.
You have to take the wrinkles that come. And all those who get their skin sprayed and look like wounded warriors for a long time, become very little prettier, but look so sour. The smile is actually the best face-lift, I think.
My articles were based on something I wanted to change. Everyone has the right to a decent life, and I thought it was important to give vulnerable people support and confidence. I was brought up to respect other people.
Everything sounds deep when you don’t read books.
I am a bourgeois, but I am not a Left-woman. I was born a bourgeois, and I have always tried not to stand on a pedestal and say that I am a worker. That would be false talk. Nor during the many years when the red hirelings were around and held their noses at the thought of “Matador” and everything else I did. I’m not a peasant either. I was born a bourgeois, but that is why I can criticise the bourgeoisie and their shabby schemes, which I can easily see through.
Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.
Life is not about waiting for the storm to subside. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
There is always a bigger fish.
If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.
When I was a child, ladies and gentlemen, I was a dreamer. I read comic books and I was the hero of the comic book. I saw movies and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I ever dreamed has come true a hundred times…I learned very early in life that: ‘Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain’t got a friend; without a song, the road would never bend – without a song.’ So I keep singing a song. Goodnight. Thank you.
life is like a box of chocolates you never know what you’re gonna get.