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...
The words we did not shout, the tears unshed, the curse we swallowed,the phrase we shortened, the love we killed, turned into magnetic iron ore,into tourmaline, into pyrite agate, blood congealed into...
The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It ap...
Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.
Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death
I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.
I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife.
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 gave away my mystery, knowing I shouldn't, yet incapable of anything else.
I awoke at dawn, thrown up on a rock, the skeleton of a ship choked in its own sails.
He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.
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...
A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.
When you make a world tolerable for yourself you make a world tolerable for others.
…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...
ها أنا أطفو من جديد . كل الحقائق ، كل الكلمات ، كل الصور ، وكل التنبؤات تحوم فوقي وتضلل بعضها
The cape held within its folds something of what she imagined was a quality possessed exclusively by man: some dash, some audacity, some swagger of freedom denied to woman
Sons perdidos à procura de perdidas cores. corto o ar e nado através de quartos sem paredes
You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself...
Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress my hairdresser, my make-up, it will work the same way. They do not conceive of the witchcraft that is needed. They do not know that I am not b...