The best Quotes from One Day

What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us. Time and time over. They are to be happy in. Where can we live but days?

He wanted to live life in such a way that if a photograph were taken at random, it would be a cool photograph.

If you have to keep a secret it's because you shouldn't be doing it in the first place.

"So - whatever happened to you?"
"Life. Life happened."

And then some days you wake up and everything's perfect.

I think reality is overrated.

And of course there is always joy in witnessing the joy of others.

People change, no use getting sentimental about it. Move on, find someone else.

He's a better person when she's around, and isn't that what friends are for, to raise you up and keep you at your best?

Envy was just the tax you paid on success.

She was reaching the limits of how much it's possible to change a man.

"Live each day as if it's your last", that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy? It just wasn't practical. Better by far to simply try and be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Go out there with your passion and your electric typewriter and work hard at...something. Change lives through art maybe. Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things. Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.

Welcome to the graveyard of ambition.

I love you Dex, I really do. I just don't like you anymore.

A tortilla is either corn or wheat. But a corn tortilla folded and filled is a taco, whereas a filled wheat tortilla is a burrito. Deep fry a burrito, it's a chimichanga. Toast a tortilla, it's a tostada. Roll it, it's an enchilada.

Dexter: "What rhymes with Dexter?"
Emma: "Prick. It's a half-rhyme."

I read a lot of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I love "Tender is the Night," and its atmosphere of doomed romance. He was one of the greatest prose stylists, with a wonderfully clear but lyrical quality.

Was it the happiest day of our lives? Probably not, if only because the truly happy days tend not to involve so much organisation, are rarely so public or so expensive. The happy ones sneak up, unexpected.

Perhaps grief is as much regret for what we have never had, as sorrow for what we have lost.

"I love you" is an interesting phrase, in that apparently small alterations–taking away the I, adding a word like lots or loads–render it meaningless.

Emotional intelligence, the perfect oxymoron!

From an evolutionary point of view, most emotions - fear, desire, anger - serve some practical purpose, but nostalgia is a useless, futile thing because it is a longing for something that is permanently lost.

The problem with telling people that they can do anything they want to do is that it is objectively, factually inaccurate. Otherwise the whole world would just be ballet dancers and pop stars.

In every day, there are 1,440 minutes. That means we have 1,440 daily opportunities to make a positive impact.

A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

I think sometimes we aren't keeping secrets to hide from other people. I think sometimes we're keeping them to protect those people.

You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define reality. But what does it mean to be correct or true? Merely vague concepts. Their reality may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?

If you carry joy in your heart, you can heal any moment.

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.

Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human.

Sometimes, strangers can become more like family than blood ever could.

What is jealousy but a reflection of your own failures?

Success is all about having the confidence to shoot for something even if it seems impossible.

Becky Feder: "Daddy! Where is it taking them?"
Marcus Higgins: "Hell."
Lenny Feder: "Higgins. Don't say that."
Marcus Higgins: "Oh I'm sorry. Not Hell... Mexico."

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

It may seem as the hardest thing in the world, but you have to forget the guy who forgot about you.