Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
أنا دمية شدتها أصابع غير مدربة ، مُزقت ونُزعت مني ذراعاي بقسوة ، ذراع ميتة ، والأخرى تكتب بحماس مفرط وسط الفراغ
We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in...
I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars agai...
I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not love me. One ought not to love the moon. If you come too near me, I will hurt y...
She lacks confidence she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.
Violence is a symptom of impotence.
To change skins evolve into new cycles I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and psyche of yes...
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of withe...
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
لا يزال لديّ ما أستطيع كتمانه .. إنني أخفي عن الجميع المعرفة الكاملة عن نفسي
You haven't loved yet, he said. You've only been trying to love; beginning to love. Trust alone is not love, illusion is not love, desire alone is not love. All these were paths leading you out of you...
We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.
There are books which we read early in life, which sink into our consciousness and seem to disappear without leaving a trace. And then one day we find, in some summing-up of our life and put attitudes...
The old concept of chronological, orderly, symmetrical development of character died when it was discovered that the unconscious motivations are entirely at odds with fabricated conventions. Human bei...
The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.
The dawn! The dawn, I repeated. Henry thought it was the dawn itself which was a new experience. I could not explain what I felt. It was the first time I had not felt the compulsion to escape; it was...
He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.
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.
Dreams are necessary to life.