Quotes by Simon Van Booy

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

Children are the closest we have to wisdom, and they become adults the moment that final drop of everything mysterious is strained from them.

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.

Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with our innermost fears, hopes, disappointments, victories. To reach out to people well never meet.Its the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones:The history of how you felt.

...I like stories very much,” the priest said. “They help me understand myself better.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

[I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.

Life had called his name, and without thinking, he had stepped forward. He wondered if perhaps he was becoming the person he had always wanted to be.

But those who seek only reassurance from life will never be more than tourists—seeing everything and trying to possess what can only be felt.Beauty is the shadow of imperfection.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Your grief is something to be admired – the pain of severance. A scar where something used to be.

Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.

We cross from memory into imagination with only a vague awareness of change.

When a person is loved, they are granted the strength of all seas.

Actually, years mean nothing. Its whats inside them.

Coincidences mean youre on the right path.

In the end I didnt know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Thats truth, Harvey, not whats written on a piece of paper or in blood too small to see - but the memory of how it felt being together.