Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I...
Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?
It is true that I create over and over again the same difficulties for myself in order to struggle over and over again to master them [but] to continually struggle against the and to continually fail...
Am I creating my own isolation? It seems to me that most of my acts are acts of integrity. So much takes place within me each day that by comparison I find a paucity, a stinginess, a silence in people...
All I wanted was humor and wisdom.
Beware of allowing a tactless word rebuttal a rejection to obliterate the whole sky.
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
سمعت الخفقان لنبضات قلبي ، سمعت وقع خطوات أحلامي ، وكانت نبضة الزمن ضائعة بينهما مثل وجه الحقيقة
You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.
We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.
She was sewing together the little proofs of his devotion out of which to make a garment for her tattered love and faith. He cut into the faith with negligent scissors, and she mended and sewed and re...
Pleasure is an attitude, not a person or place. —Diary 6, pg. 52
One does not learn to suffer less but to dodge pain.
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, wi...
I have decided that if analysis is a hothouse, a hastening of wisdom and growth, nevertheless the life experience must be actually lived out and through, completely, in spite of it; everything that is...
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...
Before, as soon as I came home from all sorts of places I would sit down and write in my journal. Now I want to write you, talk with you... I love when you say all that happens is good, it is good. I...
And sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out, which is your feeling for her beyond knowledge, or in spite of knowledge. I often see how you sob over what you destroy,...