Georg C. Lichtenberg Quotes

If someone has gone through a lot of emotional pain, including the loss of loved ones, that person may try to build a shell around his or her feelings to protect him- or herself from the pain.

I choose to live without hope to protect myself from disappointment. It's very effective!

Sadness is also a kind of defence.

I have selective hearing.

How can a man with such huge ears hear so very little?

When things begin to go negative, sometimes we just have to cover our ears and not let such circumstances influence us.

I have created a shell around me, in the good and the bad moments.

Bluster - it fortifies me against the outside world. Take away the words, and I am lost.

Beautiful music plays, but not everyone with ears can hear it.

My unhappiness protects me from life.

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

I survived, but it's not a happy ending.

Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price.

But I have learned that you make your own happiness, that part of going for what you want means losing something else. And when the stakes are high, the losses can be that much greater.

On things she had to pack before leaving her home in advance of a forest fire, 1996. Childhood pictures and pictures of my life. Do you know how many pictures that is? Not just this life; I have pictures from 13,000 lives.

Life's one great lesson was: Do not care. Not caring was a person's real protection.

May be she’ll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.

In the end, living is defined by dying.

When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.

Give me an ear and I will give you a Voice.

But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like again?

Oh Death where is thy sting! It has none. But life has.

Without a mother, one cannot love. Without a mother, one cannot die.

Let's die of it before we're too old.