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You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not o...
When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.
We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute...
We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.
To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.
Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.
Perhaps I should not tell him the dream. It puts me in his hands, it is giving him too much,
No moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.
Lillian was reminded of the Talmudic words: We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.
I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end. We all lose some of our faith under the oppression of mad leaders, insane history, pathologic cruelties of daily life. I am by nature...
I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.
As June walked toward me from the darkness of the garden into the light of the door, I saw for the first time the most beautiful woman on earth. Astartling white face, burning dark eyes, a face so ali...
I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.
Each friend represents a world in us a world possibly not born until they arrive and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.
…For love it is never the same. What goes on inside is never the same just like this music which changes every instant. For love there are a million variations, a million nights, a million days, contr...