My husband has many endearing facets to his personality. He is a friend, a lover, a guide, and a great philosopher. And I have observed if you are a thinker, a truth seeker, you are always busy – minting words and coining phrases. Sometimes it all makes sense and I gladly accept his pearls of wisdom. At other times – especially when I am in a foul mood – it only seems like a verbal diarrhea. Sort of, like a twisted vision (or his version) of hope, faith and reality.
Here are some of my favorite quotes from my husband’s archive.
The irony of life is, it takes a lifetime to learn how to live it.
The only reason I want to believe in parallel universe is because I hope we are still together in one of them.
Faith is when you look up at the empty sky and know that someone is looking back.
When they put up your mannequins, remember, only pigeons shall pay respect.
My wife is my reality check. She doesn’t let me sink in despair too deep or float away in cloud nine too far.
Option is a jealous cousin of choice.
We all carry our burdens, but you can carry them as dead weights or as mementos.
There is not much difference between love and hope. Both desperately seek a nod from lover or God.
Secrets are like affairs; they don’t last long.
The good thing about hitting rock bottom is the only way to go is, up.