— Do you ever dream, Forrest, about who you're gonna be?
— Who I'm gonna be?
— Aren't I going to be me?
I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.
— You want to take the easy way out with this surgery because you're scared. You're scared because if you try and fail, there's only you to blame. Well, missy, let me break this down for you Bobbo-style. Life is scary. Get used to it. There are no magical fixes. It's all up to you. So get up off your keister, get out of here, and go start doing the work.
— What if it's too hard?
— Nothing in this world that's worth having comes easy.
And, yes, change is scary, but it's also inevitable. It's up to you to make the best of it.
'I think everyone must love life more than anything else in the world.'
'Love life more than the meaning of it?'
'Yes, certainly. Love it regardless of logic, as you say. Yes, most certainly regardless of logic, for only then will I grasp its meaning. That's what I've been vaguely aware of for a long time. Half your work is done, Ivan: you love life. Now you must try to do the second half and you are saved.'
Burdens are for shoulders strong enough to carry them.
Every man dies. Not every man really lives.