Quotes from Simon Van Booy

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.

Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with our innermost fears, hopes, disappointments, victories. To reach out to people we'll never meet. It's the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: The history of how you felt.

Dreamers conquered the world long ago.

I think we keep these moments of rejection and acceptance very close. I think we carry them always, like cracked shells from which a part of us once hatched.

You can't explain love" he said out loud. "That's how it gets ruined.

We see in others what we want and what we fear.

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

Whether you know it or not, we leave parts of ourselves wherever we go.

Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.

I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.

It had rained, she said, and I imagined the beads of small water on the windshield like a thousand eyes, or each drop a small imperfect reflection of a perfect moment.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

I didn't know who she was, but I had this fire inside me for someone I knew existed.

When it rains, even the most insignificant puddle is a map of the universe.

We had spent only a few weeks together, five years ago, but when you finally meet the person who in daydreams you had sculpted without words, the transparency of time becomes the color of hair, and shapeless years become the shape of lips.

Love is life but longer

Perhaps we were each allotted only a certain amount of love - enough for only an initial meeting - a serendipitous clumsiness. When it leaves to find others, the difficulty begins because we are faced with our humanness, our past, our very being.

Maybe happiness is just finding the right people at the right time." "But how do you find them?" ... "But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?...How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?" "You don't. And that's the whole point - it works in a way it just wouldn't with other people.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you're ruined.

Hands have their own language.

Absence makes the heart grows fonder, doesn't it?

Without memory, he thought, man would be invincible