The best Quotes from The Bridge of San Luis Rey

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

It takes much more courage to be in love than it does for war.

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shade when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes, you close your window. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.

If you love two people at the same time, choose the second one, because if you really loved the first one you wouldn't have fallen for the second.

"How do you spell 'love'?" - "You don't spell it... you feel it."

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all!

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.

There's no death for those who don't fear it.

Death is so close, always, a breath away, so perhaps it was wise to introduce children to that concept at an early age.

Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

It's odd, isn't it? People die everyday and the world goes on like nothing happened.

We figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

What happens after you die? Lots of things happen after you die - they just don't involve you.

Those that we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.

You are going to lose people in your life.
And I realize that no matter how much you spent with them,
or how much you appreciated them and told them so,
it will never seem like it was enough.

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

Hope is like a shard of glass. Tread on it, and you'll end up wincing with every step. The best policy is to tweezer it out. Sure, it will hurt like billy-o and the wound will take a while to heal, but after that you can walk again.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us? You think we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself plainly when you have need of him.

The one who lives in the memories of his loved ones can't be dead; dead is only who's forgotten.

I love life. Yeah, I'm sad, but at the same time, I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like... it makes me feel alive, you know. It makes me feel human. The only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt something really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good. So I guess what I'm feeling is like a beautiful sadness.

Weeping willow with your tears running down, why do you always weep and frown? Is it because he left you one day? is it because he could not stay? On your branches he would swing, do you long for the happiness that day would bring? He found shelter in your shade. You thought his laughter would never fade. Weeping willow, stop your tears. There is something to calm you fears. You think death has ripped you forever apart. But I know he'll always be in your heart.

It is not that we are not sad for his passing. But in celebrating life, he shall remain with us forever. What better way to strengthen the bonds of the family that remains, than celebrating all who came before?

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

But what is grief, if not love persevering?

For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come.

Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy.

The ones that love us never really leave us. And you can always find them in here.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

Walk until the darkness is a memory, and you become the sun on the next traveler's horizon.

Humans had always been better at killing than any other living thing.