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.
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.
إنه الخوف من هذه الحياة الجديدة ما يستفزني أكثر مما يفعل الخوف من الموت
أبدو مجهدة ، عصبية ، أصارع من أجل الحب في عالم مليء بالخراب .. أين هى المسرات ، مسراتي ؟
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...
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.
The humiliations and defeats,given with a primitive honesty,end not in frustration, despair or futility,
I am happy today. I am a tyrant.
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.
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.
Am discovering her pretenses. She is always smiling, gay, but underneath she feels unreal, remote, detached from experience. She acts as if she were asleep. She is trying to awaken by falling into bed...
You must not fear or hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and your feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to receive, t...
You make me think of Casanova, except that in between the erotic, Casanova was boring, while you, in between eroticism and even because of it, you get profound.
Whereas by desiring someone who would not desire her, she could allow this fire to burn and feel: how alive I am! I am capable of desire.
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.
What can you give when there is no self, when you have no sensitivity, no receptivity, no warmth, nothing to contact others with?
We're journeying constantly, but there is always a machine and books, and your body is always close to me and the look in your eyes never changes. People are saying we will be miserable, we will regre...