Quotes About Balance

It is far more difficult to be simple than to be complicated

I'm pretty delicate, Lucas admitted. You know, when I'm not beating someone senseless.

Taking a little undertime today?

but you ask anybody who's been to jail, and they'll tell you—a little is way, way better than a lot. Way better.

emotional state, or need for respite?

There's that old saying: Fast, cheap, and good, you get to pick two. The two you just picked are fast and good. Cheap has just left the building.

Making peace is often a simple thing, but simple isn't the same thing as easy.

I'm pretty good at being okay. If nothing

I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.

Being at ease with himself put him at ease with the world.

It is not good to want a thing too much. It sometimes drives the luck away. You must want it just enough, and you must be very tactful with Gods or the gods.

He said, I am a man, and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and half god.

For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?

You know most people live ninety per cent in the past, seven per cent in the present, and that only leaves them three per cent for the future.

He can kill anything for need but he could not even hurt a feeling for pleasure.

He drank too much when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time.

And in my own life I am not willing to trade quality for quantity.

We only have one story. All novels, all poetry are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.

It is better to sit in appreciative contemplation of a world in which beauty is eternally supported on a foundation of ugliness: cut out the support, and beauty will sink from sight.

I always found in myself a dread of west and a love of east.

The great companies did not know that the line between hunger and anger is a thin line.

For how can one know colour in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?

The trees and the muscled mountains are the world – but not the world apart from man – the world and man – the one inseparable unit man and his environment. Why they should ever have been understood as being separate I do not know.

It's hard to split a man down the middle and always to reach for the same half.