“I just know that something good is going to happen.
I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.”

“I feel like I'm really just getting started. I don't know what's going to happen in the next five or ten years.”

“I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit.
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it on the way.”

“How can I just go and sit in the library or somewhere and twiddle my thumbs, knowing what's going to happen? I don't intend to do that, I promise you.”

“It was just one of those things," I said, "You know, that just happen. You don't think or plan. You just do it.”

“Then I said something. I said, Suppose, just suppose, nothing had ever happened. Suppose this was for the first time. Just suppose. It doesn't hurt to suppose. Say none of the other had ever happened. You know what I mean? Then what? I said.”

“So that's it? Your just going to give up?! After everything that has happened, your not going to even try?! You still don't know….. what truly matters….”

“You know, I have a philosophy there’s good that happens in everything.
It may not reveal itself immediately, and even in the most dire circumstances, if you just wait, if you just remain open to things, the good in it will reveal itself. And that has happened to me as well in countless, countless ways.”

“"Someday," I told Jan, "when they demonstrate that the world has four dimensions instead of just three, a man will be able to go for a walk and just disappear. No burial, no tears, no illusions, no heaven or hell. People will be sitting around and they'll say, 'What happened to George?' And somebody will say, 'Well, I don't know. He said he was going out for a pack of cigarettes.”

“After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.”