Charlie Chaplin Quotes

You'll never find a rainbow if you're looking down

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.

A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.

We think too much and feel too little.

You'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile.

Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.

My pain may be the reason for somebody's laugh. But my laugh must never be the reason for somebody's pain.

Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself

Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.

To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain, and play with it.

Imagination means nothing without doing.

Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.

What do you want meaning for? Life is desire, not meaning.

Life can be wonderful if you're not afraid of it. All it takes is courage, imagination ... and a little dough

Like everyone else I am what I am: an individual, unique and different, with a lineal history of ancestral promptings and urgings; a history of dreams, desires, and of special experiences, all of which I am the sum total.

You need Power, only when you want to do something harmful otherwise Love is enough to get everything done.

We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity; more than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

That's the trouble with the world. We all despise ourselves.

I remain just one thing, and one thing only, and that is a clown. It places me on a far higher plane than any politician

In the end, everything is a gag.

Life is a play that does not allow testing. So, sing, cry, dance, laugh and live intensely, before the curtain closes and the piece ends with no applause.

In the light of our egos, we are all dethroned monarchs

Words are cheap. The biggest thing you can say is 'elephant'.

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs.

I do not have much patience with a thing of beauty that must be explained to be understood. If it does need additional interpretation by someone other than the creator, then I question whether it has fulfilled its purpose.

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”. As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”. As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it “MATURITY”. As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”. As I began to love myself I quit stealing my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”. As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”. As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”. As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worrying about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where everything is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”. As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”. We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born. Today I know “THAT IS LIFE”!

More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness

I suppose that's one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment.

Actors search for rejection. If they don’t get it they reject themselves.

All I need to make a comedy is a park, a policeman, and a pretty girl.

A day without laughing is a day wasted

I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible; Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The airplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness. Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

Art isn't only a painting. Art is anything that's creative, passionate, and personal. And great art resonates with the viewer, not only with the creator. What makes someone an artist? I don't think is has anything to do with a paintbrush. There are painters who follow the numbers, or paint billboards, or work in a small village in China, painting reproductions. These folks, while swell people, aren't artists. On the other hand, Charlie Chaplin was an artist, beyond a doubt. So is Jonathan Ive, who designed the iPod. You can be an artists who works with oil paints or marble, sure. But there are artists who work with numbers, business models, and customer conversations. Art is about intent and communication, not substances. An artists is someone who uses bravery, insight, creativity, and boldness to challenge the status quo. And an artists takes it personally. That's why Bob Dylan is an artist, but an anonymous corporate hack who dreams up Pop 40 hits on the other side of the glass is merely a marketer. That's why Tony Hsieh, founder of Zappos, is an artists, while a boiler room of telemarketers is simply a scam. Tom Peters, corporate gadfly and writer, is an artists, even though his readers are businesspeople. He's an artists because he takes a stand, he takes the work personally, and he doesn't care if someone disagrees. His art is part of him, and he feels compelled to share it with you because it's important, not because he expects you to pay him for it. Art is a personal gift that changes the recipient. The medium doesn't matter. The intent does. Art is a personal act of courage, something one human does that creates change in another.

I like to walk in rain, so that nobody can see my tears.

Think about yourself at least once in your life otherwise you may miss the best comedy in this world.

I don't think the real America is in New York or on the Pacific Coast; personally, I like the Middle West much better, places like North and South Dakota, Minneapolis and Saint Paul. There, I think, are the true Americans

Je n'ai pas besoin d'être réconcilié avec Dieu, mon conflit est avec les hommes.

In the creation of comedy, it is paradoxical that tragedy stimulates the spirit of ridicule; because ridicule, I suppose is an attitude of defiance: we must laugh in the face of our helplessness against the forces of nature - or go insane

From such trivia, I believe my soul was born.

In this desperate way, I started many a comedy.

Happiness does not create humor. There's nothing funny about being happy. Sadness creates humor. Krazy Kat getting hit on the head by a brick from Ignatz Mouse is funny. All the sad things happening to Charlie Chaplin are funny. It's funny because it's not happening to us.

There are more valid facts and details in works of art than there are in history books.

Guarda il cielo. Non troverai mai un arcobaleno se stai guardando per terra. Look up to the sky. You'll never find rainbows if you’re looking down.

Movies are a fad. Audiences really want to see live actors on a stage.

my lips never know my problem they just always smile

I have many problems in my life. But my lips don't know that". They just keep smiling.

Your Pain May Give Laugh To Somebody But Your Laugh Shouldn't Give Pain To Anybody

The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way.

A day without laughing is a day wasted.

The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

we must laugh in the face of our helplessness against the forces of nature – or go insane.

I neither believe nor disbelieve in anything. That which can be imagined is as much an approximation to truth as that which can be proved by mathematics.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART

...The way of life can be free and beautiful. But we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in; machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity, more than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities life will be violent and all will be lost.

The people are applauding you because none of them understands you and applauding me because everybody understands me. [Charlie Chaplin to Albert Einstein]

Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated. I had bad blood, a twisted mind, a precarious upbringing. I was hard as granite, I leered at the sun. I trusted no man and especially no woman. I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, english accents,spain, france,italy,walnuts and the color orange. algebra angred me, opera sickened me, charlie chaplin was a fake and flowers were for pansies.

Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.

That's all any of us are: amateurs. We don't live long enough to be anything else.

Човек е толкова голям, колкото са големи мечтите му

You’ll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile.” » Charlie Chaplin

I'm in the back of a limousine with Charlie Chaplin and it’s 1928. Charlie is beautiful; his body language seems to skip, and reel and rhyme, heartbreaking and witty at the same time. It seems to promise a better world.

What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning.

I am not a political man and I have no political convictions. I am an individual and a believer in liberty. That is all the politics I have.

Patriotism is too deep a feeling to depict in the posing for a photograph.

Don’t forget—Charlie Chaplin too, my friend.” “I’d do an imitation, but I don’t know what he sounds like.” “Hey, not bad, boss. You can open for me in the Catskills.

Remember, you can always stoop and pick up nothing.

Mirror is my Best Friend because when i Cry it never Laughs.

Tomorrow the birds will sing. Be brave. Face life.

„И все пак ми е мъчно за нямото кино. Така хубаво беше да видиш как жената си отваря устата, а глас не се чува!“ :-)))

If people know how it’s done, all the magic goes.

Само интелект и никакви чувства - това е характерно за съвършения престъпник; само чувства и никакъв интелект - това е образецът на безвредния луд. Но когато интелектът и чувствата са идеално уравновесени, се получава отличният актьор.

you will never find a rainbow if you are looking down

life could be wonder full if people would leave you alone...

To me all palaces are preposterous, a tasteless, dreary expression of ostentation.

Нищо в този свят не е вечно, дори и проблемите ни. - Чарли Чаплин

Голото ми тяло заслужава само този, който е видял голата ми душа...

حين ينهار عليك عالم من الخيبات والإزعاجات، إذا أنت لم تستسلم لليأس، تتحول إلى الفلسفة أو إلى الدعابة.

More than machinery, we need humanity; more than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness.

من فریشتە نەبووم... بەڵام هەوڵی خۆم دا کە مرۆڤ بم تۆش هەوڵ بدە مرۆڤ بیت...

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.... You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

I tell them to bring him in. He comes in smiling in triumph. And he can't speak English. After his hours of waiting we cannot talk. I feel rather sorry for him and we do our best. Finally, with the aid of about everyone in the hotel he manages to ask: "Do you like France?" "Yes," I answer. He is satisfied.

Um homem não pode regressar. Ele pensa que sim, mas outras coisas se passaram na sua vida. Tem novas ideias, novos amigos e novas ligações. Não pertence ao seu passado, excepto pelo facto de que o passado terá deixado, talvez, marcas nele.

Grief is not something you know if you grow up wearing feathers with a Charlie Chaplin boyfriend, a love-child papoose, a witch baby, a Dirk and a Duck, a Slinkster Dog, and a movie to dance in. You can feel sad and worse when your dad moves to another city, when an old lady dies, or when your boyfriend goes away. But grief is different. Weetzie’s heart cringed in her like a dying animal. It was as if someone had stuck a needle full of poison into her heart. She moved like a sleepwalker. She was the girl in the fairy tale sleeping in a prison of thorns and roses.

Charlie is already outdated, Zheraldin! Sooner or later, instead of white silk to the scene, you will have to wear black to go to my grave. Now I do not want to bother. Only from time to time look in the mirror, there will see me. My blood runs in your veins. I even when in my veins the blood dried up, not to forget his father – Charlie. I was not an angel, but as far as could be stremyah to be a man. Try it and you.

Ti criticheranno sempre, parleranno male di te e sarà difficile che incontri qualcuno al quale tu possa piacere cosi come sei! Quindi vivi, fai quello che ti dice il cuore, la vita è come un opera di teatro, che non ha prove iniziali: canta, balla, ridi e vivi intensamente ogni giorno della tua vita prima che l'opera finisca senza applausi...

The way of life can be free and beautiful!!! ...don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you – who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel, who drill you, diet you, treat you as cattle, as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate – only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers – don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty.

Chaplin had not merely impressed but formed him. Showed him how any gesture—a kiss, playing with some bread rolls—can be freed from the mundane, imbued with magic. Charlie Chaplin was always turning caterpillars into butterflies. He had used comedy to reveal, and not flee, the truth of the human predicament. He’d roller-skated blindfolded over the void, like a planet circling a black hole. He filmed a factory worker sucked into a machine, fed through its cogs and gears, assailing an age that turns people into things. And Charlie Chaplin had battled the bleak world with—what? Not a knife, not a gun. A cane. Gentle, gestural, the baton of a maestro. Chaplin’s cane, with no disrespect to Hockney, Picasso, or Basquiat, was, in this moment, what Jim Carrey most wanted to save.

I told him that it was very fine for well-fed, over-paid actors flaunting toughness at these deprived people, who are gentle and nice and, if ever tough, only so because of environment. I asked him how tough he would be if he were living the life that some of these unfortunate families must live. How easy for him, with five meals a day beneath that thrust-out chest with his muscles trained and perfect, trying to start something with these people. Of course they were not tough, but when it comes to four years of War, when it comes to losing an arm or a leg, then they are tough. But they are not going around looking for fights unless there is a reason.

Vanderbilt sent me a series of picture postcards showing Hitler making a speech. The face was obscenely comic – a bad imitation of me, with its absurd moustache, unruly, stringy hair and disgusting, thin, little mouth. I could not take Hitler seriously. Each postcard showed a different posture of him: one with his hands claw-like haranguing the crowds, another with one arm up and the other down, like a cricketer about to bowl, and another with hands clenched in front of him as though lifting an imaginary dumb-bell. The salute with the hand thrown back over the shoulder, the palm upwards, made me want to put a tray of dirty dishes on it. ‘This is a nut!’ I thought. But when Einstein and Thomas Mann were forced to leave Germany, this face of Hitler was no longer comic but sinister.

IN THE GREAT DICTATOR’S CLOSING SCENES, CHARLIE CHAPLIN’S timid Jewish barber is, through a complicated plot twist, mistaken for the film’s Hitler-like character, also played by Chaplin. Clad in a German military uniform, he finds himself standing before a microphone, expected to address a mammoth party rally. Instead of the rapid-fire invective the crowd anticipates, Chaplin delivers a homily about the resilience of the human spirit in the face of evil. He asks soldiers not to give themselves to “men who despise you, enslave you . . . treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder . . . unnatural men—machine men with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts. “Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world,” the humble barber tells the crowd, “millions of despairing men, women, and little children—victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say—do not despair. . . . The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. . . . Liberty will never perish.” Chaplin’s words are sentimental, maudlin, and naïve. I cannot listen to them without wanting to cheer.

It was strange to listen to slick young Nazis along Fifth Avenue haranguing small gatherings from little mahogany pulpits. One spiel went as follows: "The philosophy of Hitler is a profound and thoughtful study of this industrial age, in which there is little room for the middleman or Jew." A woman interrupted. "What kind of talk is that!" she exclaimed. "This is America. Where do you think you are?" The young man, an obsequious, good-looking type, smiled blandly. "I'm in the United States and I happen to be an American citizen," he said smoothly. "Well," she said, "I'm an American citizen, and a Jew, and if I were a man I'd knock your block off!" One or two endorsed the lady's threat, but most of them stood apathetically silent. A policeman standing by quieted the woman. I came away astonished, hardly believing my ears.

We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each others' happiness, not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world, there's room for everyone and the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical, our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

Le jour où je me suis aimé pour de vrai, J’ai compris qu'en toutes circonstances, J’étais à la bonne place, au bon moment. Et alors, j'ai pu me relaxer. Aujourd'hui je sais que cela s'appelle... l'Estime de soi. Le jour où je me suis aimé pour de vrai, J’ai pu percevoir que mon anxiété et ma souffrance émotionnelle N’étaient rien d'autre qu'un signal Lorsque je vais à l'encontre de mes convictions. Aujourd'hui je sais que cela s'appelle... l'Authenticité. Le jour où je me suis aimé pour de vrai, J'ai cessé de vouloir une vie différente Et j'ai commencé à voir que tout ce qui m'arrive Contribue à ma croissance personnelle. Aujourd'hui, je sais que cela s'appelle... la Maturité. Le jour où je me suis aimé pour de vrai, J’ai commencé à percevoir l'abus Dans le fait de forcer une situation ou une personne, Dans le seul but d'obtenir ce que je veux, Sachant très bien que ni la personne ni moi-même Ne sommes prêts et que ce n'est pas le moment... Aujourd'hui, je sais que cela s'appelle... le Respect. Le jour où je me suis aimé pour de vrai, J’ai commencé à me libérer de tout ce qui n'était pas salutaire, personnes, situations, tout ce qui baissait mon énergie. Au début, ma raison appelait cela de l'égoïsme. Aujourd'hui, je sais que cela s'appelle... l'Amour propre. Le jour où je me suis aimé pour de vrai, J’ai cessé d'avoir peur du temps libre Et j'ai arrêté de faire de grands plans, J’ai abandonné les méga-projets du futur. Aujourd'hui, je fais ce qui est correct, ce que j'aime Quand cela me plait et à mon rythme. Aujourd'hui, je sais que cela s'appelle... la Simplicité. Le jour où je me suis aimé pour de vrai, J’ai cessé de chercher à avoir toujours raison, Et je me suis rendu compte de toutes les fois où je me suis trompé. Aujourd'hui, j'ai découvert ... l'Humilité. Le jour où je me suis aimé pour de vrai, J’ai cessé de revivre le passé Et de me préoccuper de l'avenir. Aujourd'hui, je vis au présent, Là où toute la vie se passe. Aujourd'hui, je vis une seule journée à la fois. Et cela s'appelle... la Plénitude. Le jour où je me suis aimé pour de vrai, J’ai compris que ma tête pouvait me tromper et me décevoir. Mais si je la mets au service de mon coeur, Elle devient une alliée très précieuse ! Tout ceci, c'est... le Savoir vivre. Nous ne devons pas avoir peur de nous confronter. Du chaos naissent les étoiles.

Сега е нощ. Една коледна нощ. Всички невъоръжени войни в моята малка крепост заспаха. Не са будни нито брат ти, нито сестра ти. Дори майка ти вече спи. Едва не събудих заспалите птички, докато стигна до тази полусветла стая. Толкова съм далеч от теб! Но нека ослепея, ако макар и за миг твоят портрет е изчезвал от очите ми. Той е тук - на масата, тук – до моето сърце. Но къде си ти? Там – в приказния Париж, танцуваш на величествената театрална сцена на Шан з`Елизе. Знам това, а сякаш в тихата нощ чувам стъпките ти, виждам очите ти да блестят като звезди в зимната тъмнина. Чух, че твоята роля в този празничен и светъл спектакъл е ролята на персийска красавица, пленена от хан Татар. Бъди красавица и танцувай. Бъди звезда и сияй. Но ако възторзите и благодарността на публиката те опиянят, ако ароматът на цветята, изпратени за теб, те замае, ти седни в един ъгъл, прочети писмото ми и се вслушай в гласа на своя баща. Аз съм твоят баща, Жералдин! Аз съм Чарли, Чарли Чаплин Знаеш ли колко нощи съм седял до твоето легло, за да ти разказвам приказки, когато ти беше малка – за Спящата красавица, за будния дракон в полето... А когато сънят идваше в старческите ми очи, аз му се надсмивах и казвах: „Върви си! Аз спя с мечтите на своята дъщеря!” Виждах тези мечти, Жералдин, виждах бъдещето ти, днешния ти ден! Виждах едно момиче да играе на сцената, една фея да танцува по небето. Чувах публиката да казва: „Виждате ли това момиче? То е дъщерята на стария шут. Помните ли как се казва – Чарли?” Да! Аз съм Чарли! Аз съм старият шут! Днес е твой ден. Танцувай! Аз танцувах в широк и окъсан панталон, а ти в копринена рокля на принцеса. Тези танци и шумът на аплодисментите ще те издигнат понякога в небесата. Иди! Иди и там! Но се връщай на земята! И гледай живота на хората, живота на ония улични танцьорки в крайните квартали, които играят гладни и треперят от студ и беднотия. Аз бях като тях, Жералдин! В ония нощи, в ония приказни нощи, в които заспиваше с моите приказки, аз оставах буден. Гледах твоето лице, усещах ударите на сърцето ти и се питах: „Чарли! Нима това котенце ще те познае някога?” Ти не ме познаваш, Жералдин... Колкото и приказки да съм ти разказвал в ония далечни нощи, сво

În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am înțeles că în toate împrejurările, mă aflam la locul potrivit, în momentul potrivit. Și atunci, am putut să mă liniștesc. Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește – Respect pentru mine În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am realizat că neliniștea și suferința mea emoțională, nu erau nimic altceva decât semnalul că merg împotriva convingerilor mele. Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește … Autenticitate. În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am încetat să doresc o viață diferită și am început să înțeleg că tot ceea ce mi se întâmplă, contribuie la dezvoltarea mea personală. Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numeste … Maturitate. În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am început să realizez că este o greșeală să forțez o situație sau o persoană, cu singurul scop de a obține ceea ce doresc, știind foarte bine că nici acea persoană, nici eu însumi nu suntem pregătiți și că nu este momentul … Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește … Respect. În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am început să mă eliberez de tot ceea ce nu era benefic … persoane, situații, tot ceea ce îmi consumă energia. La început, rațiunea mea numea asta egoism. Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește … Amor propriu. În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am încetat să-mi mai fie teamă de timpul liber și am renunțat să mai fac planuri mari, am abandonat Mega-proiectele de viitor. Astăzi fac ceea ce este corect, ceea ce îmi place, când îmi place și în ritmul meu. Astăzi, știu că aceasta se numește … Simplitate. În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am încetat să mai caut să am întotdeauna dreptate şi mi-am dat seama de cât de multe ori m-am înșelat. Astăzi, am descoperit … Modestia. În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am încetat să retrăiesc trecutul şi să mă preocup de viitor. Astăzi, trăiesc prezentul, acolo unde se petrece întreaga viață. Astăzi trăiesc clipa fiecărei zile. Și aceasta se numeste … Plenitudine. În ziua în care m-am iubit cu adevărat, am înteles că rațiunea mă poate înşela şi dezamăgi. Dar dacă o pun în slujba inimii mele, ea devine un aliat foarte prețios. Si toate acestea înseamnă … să ştii să trăiești cu adevărat.” Traducere MIHAELA RADULESCU SCHWARTZENBERG.