I said, If there is an explanation of the mystery, it is this: the love between women is a refuge and an escape into harmony and narcissism in place of conflict.
I have forgotten my mask and my face was in it. Man
He worked on small canvases with a touch as light as a cobweb and coloring made of mirages. He lived there, at the bottom of the sea...
He was whispering over and over again the same phrase, You have the body of an angel. It is impossible that such a body should have a sex. You have the body of an angel. The anger swept over Fay like...
He has made me lucid and sane, and I am suffering cruelly from the loss of my imaginary life.
Does she know I feel immobile and fixed, lost in her?
Believing in the danger which sprang from objects as well as people, which dress, which shoes, which coat demanded less of her panicked heart and body? For a costume was a challenge too, a discipline,...
Anais: ‘I made a note to ask you why I am obsessed with a few persons only. Why are my devotions so concentrated on a few people? I do not spread out as Henry does.’ Dr. Allendy: 'Yes, exactly, it is...
Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character of men better.
All I wanted was humor and wisdom.
You know I've always wanted to break the molds which life forms around one if one lets them.-Why?-I want to trespass boundaries, erase all identifications, anything which fixes one permanently into on...
[Families] are made to make you forget yourself occasionally so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.
There were always in me two women at least one woman desperate and bewildered who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene as upon a stage conceal her true emotions because t...
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We may seem to forget a person, a place, a state of being, a past life, but meanwhile what we are doing is selecting new actors, seeking the closest reproduction to the friend, the lover, the husband...
This openness, which is closed again as soon as we face a partial relationship, the one who understands only one part of us, is the miraculous openess which takes place in whole love.
There are things one reads that make you aware that you have lived nothing, felt nothing, experienced nothing up to that time. How can i begin to feel - to feel? I want to fall in love in such a way t...
The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence. Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and color in the self. What flows throu...
The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.
The inner hatreds of men are now projected outside. There are fights in the streets. Revolutions in France, they say. Men did not seek to resolve their own personal revolutions, so now they act them o...