And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
The great majority of us are required to live a life of constant, systematic duplicity. Your health is bound to be affected if, day after day, you say the opposite of what you feel, if you grovel befo...
I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.
Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
Man is born to live and not to prepare to live.
In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
The sky, drunk with spring and giddy with its fumes, thickened with clouds. Low clouds, drooping at the edges like felt sailed over the woods and rain leapt from them, warm, smelling of soil and sweat...
I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn't of much value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.
When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life. Life itself, the phenomenon of life, the gift of life, is so breath-takingly serious!
The unforeseen is the most beautiful gift life can give us. That is what we must think of multiplying in our domain. That is what should have been talked about in this assembly, and no one has said a...
At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
No one makes history, no one sees it happen, no one sees the grass grow.
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease. And boldness is the root of beauty. Which draws us together.
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades...