"The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation"
"They kill themselves, you mean?" said Bod. He was about eight years old, wide-eyed and inquisitive, and he was not stupid.
“Does it work? Are they happier dead?”
“Sometimes. Mostly, no. It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean."
"When you said “I tried.”
I heard, “I got tired of you.”
And it’s almost the same."
I can’t believe how many people I know who don’t give a fuck about ferguson, don’t give a fuck about Gaza, don’t give a fuck about this earth, don’t give a fuck about suffering because they don’t have to. You have a responsibility as a human to listen and learn and help as much as you possibly can.
I think my parents consider me to be a god. Because they always ask me ridiculous questions that I don’t have the answer to.