“At the age of 12 my ambition was to become a gangster. To be a wiseguy. Being a wiseguy was better than being President of the United States. To be a wiseguy was to own the world.”
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Melancholic Quotes — page 51 of 412
“The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.”
“He is now rising from affluence to poverty.”
“When nobody speaks your name, or even knows it, you, knowing it, must be the first to speak it.”
“When you're a kid, you live carefree. You notice things that go on around you, but you live like a kid with no worries until you get to that certain age where trials and tribulations come and you gotta fight and stay on your toes. That's when survival instincts kick in.”
“What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.”
“Ugliness and evil are necessary for growth but they may be experienced vicariously.”
“A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.”
“One of the inescapable encumbrances of leading an interesting life is that there have to be moments when you almost lose it.”
“Oh, I'd love to wear a rainbow everyday, And tell the world that everything's okay, But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back, Till things are brighter, I'm the Man in Black.”
“My Brat Pack buddies and I didn't exactly handle celebrity very well. Success at an early age is far more difficult to handle than failure.”
“That no one dies of migraine seems, to someone deep into an attack, an ambiguous blessing.”
“Being-alone is a deficient mode of being-with; its possibility is a proof for the latter.”
“One day there springs up the desire for money and for all that money can provide — the superfluous, luxury in eating, luxury in dressing, trifles. Needs increase because one thing calls for another. The result is uncontrollable dissatisfaction. Let us remain as empty as possible so that God can fill us up.”
“I feel like I just returned a 100-yard kickoff in the last two minutes of the Super Bowl to win it all, only to have my run called back by a flag on the play.”
“Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.”
“Choosing a path means having to miss out on others”
“April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can't keep, all passion is really a setup, and we're doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. ... Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I'm nuts.”
“O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat, Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.”
“Somewhere deep down there's a decent man in me, he just can't be found.”