“The more perfect a person is on the outside, the more demons they have on the inside.”

“What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: ‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life must return to you, all in the same succession and sequence — even this spider and this moonlight between the trees and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over again and again—and you with it, speck of dust!’ Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: ‘You are a god, and never have I heard anything more divine!’ If this thought were to gain possession of you, it would change you as you are, or perhaps crush you. The question in each and every thing, “do you want this once more and innumerable times more?” would lie upon your actions as the greatest weight. Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?”

“Sometimes you have to break a little more to heal a little more.”

“You can tell more about a person by what he says about others than you can by what others say about him.”

“Yes. Relationships are hard work. We have to work hard to not behave like a child when we're triggered. We have to work hard to not allow our childhood dictate our behavior. We have to work hard to be accountable when we want to blame. This is why if you want a relationship, you better be ready to open up, be brave, and break your patterns. Because even with the right person you'll have to face your demons.”

“The more you love, the more you suffer.”

“You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.”

“Surrounded by hordes of people, busy with all sorts of secular matters, more and more shrewd about the ways of the world - such a person forgets himself, forgets his name divinely understood, does not dare to believe in himself, finds it too risky to be himself, far easier and safer to be like the others, to become a copy, a number, part of the crowd.”

“The more things you own, the more they own you.”

“His rage passes description - the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.”