Joro’s most recent Quotables

Laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

Don’t be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin.

A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.

Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.

You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Life is far too glorious, especially to the cursed and the damned.

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.

Be ambitious, but don't write it on your sleeve.

I’ve never defined myself by my skills. Instead, I’ve always defined myself by what I have done and what I want to do next. Skills are just a way to get there.

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.

The mind is a city like London,
Smoky and populous: it is a capital
Like Rome, ruined and eternal...

In any war there are calms between the storms. There will be days when we lose faith. Days when our allies turn against us. But the day will never come that we forsake this planet and it's people.

You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

To miss the joy is to miss it all

I've heard her called a quitter for leaving and aimless wanderer. But not all who wander are aimless, especially those who seek truth beyond tradition, beyond definition, beyond the image.

Some people care too much, I think it's called love.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Who teaches us what's real, and how to laugh at lies. Who decides why we live, and what we'll die to defend. Who trains us, and who holds the key to set us free. It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!