The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.
I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.
I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.
He had never seen her body so abandoned, so unconscious of all but the desire to be taken and satisfied. She bloomed under his caresses, no longer the girl but the woman already being born.
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
لا يزال لديّ ما أستطيع كتمانه .. إنني أخفي عن الجميع المعرفة الكاملة عن نفسي
We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if t...
There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two ra...
The secret of a full life is to live and relate to others as if they might not be there tomorrow, as if you might not be there tomorrow. It eliminates the vice of procrastination, the sin of postponem...
Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it.
She could do nothing. Djuna’s words illuminated her chaos, but changed nothing. What was it Djuna said: that life tended to crystallize into patterns which became traps and webs. That people tended to...
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.
I would not be concerned with the secrets, the lies, the mysteries, the facts. I would be concerned with what makes them necessary. What fear.
I love your silences, they are like mine.
I have forgotten my mask and my face was in it. Man
He had not touched me. He did not need to. His presence had affected me in such a way that I felt as if he had caressed me for a long time.
For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.