Yoav Blum Quotes

At the far left ... are all of the people who really think that everything is completely coincidental ... And on the other end are all of the people who are sure that there's a reason for everything ... The people standing at the two extremes are the happiest people in the world. At both ends. Do you know why? because they they don't ask why. Never. Not at all. There's no point, because either they believe there's no answer, or they believe that someone is responsible for the answer and that it's none of their business. But these people aren't even one-thousandth of the population. Most people stand in the range between them. No, they don't stand. They go, they move. They constantly move in one direction and then the other. They think they're on one of the sides, but occasionally, nonetheless, they ask themselves why and don't understand that they'll be happy only if they let go of this question, for whatever reason.

Where do you draw the line between actions carried out due to an internal need and actions that were nothing more than a slim version of one ceremony or another that help us define our emotions?

The difference is simple: happy people look at their lives and see a series of choices. Miserable people see only a series of sacrifices.

First of all, you are secret agents. Except all the others are first of all agents and then secondly secret, but you are first of all secret and to a certain extent, also agents.

When the right person is beside you, you feel a sense of belonging anywhere.

I think you'll be satisfied if you become disappointed in yourself,' she said quietly. 'It would further support the conclusion that you've already drawn anyway. It would reinforce your negative opinions about yourself. You don't do enough and then become angry at yourself for not doing enough.

Love demands change. Love demands work. Love isn't a piece of candy you get for being a good boy so you have something that makes you feel good. It's hard work. The hardest in the world.

Love is not a boom, it's not explosions and effects. It's not fireworks in the sky or a plane flying by with a large banner. It's slowly poured under your skin, quietly, without you even noticing, like anointing oil. You just feel a type of warmth, and one day you wake up and discover that under your skin you are wrapped with someone else.

Everything had to happen quickly now, before she changed her mind. Before she felt optimistic again. Half-depressed people always worried that hope would catch them unprepared, and all that despair would go to waste.

Perhaps when you helped someone to achieve happiness that you yourself would no longer experience, you also gained a small piece of that happiness.

There's always a broader picture. There's always something beyond the system you're concentrating on. Never forget that. There are no clear boundaries. Life doesn't stop at the boundaries of the table. And there are always more than six pockets you can fall into. There is always something beyond. Always, always, always.

It's strange, she thought, how we're able to turn one specific thing into everything that drives us in life, and how we convince ourselves that without this thing there is no meaning in anything. And it's even stranger how quickly we get used to the opposite thought.