You see, I'm not mad, I suffer from depression. It's not like ordinary misery. It's like dying of boredom. It's .
In almost every marriage there is a selfish and an unselfish partner. A pattern is set up and soon becomes inflexible, of one person always making the demands and one person always giving way.
While the light remains,' said Carde, speaking slowly in his high deliberate voice, 'only do not forsake the joy of life. If you shall have given all your kisses, you will give too few. And as leaves...
To say we were 'in love', that vague weakened phrase, cannot express it. We loved each other, we lived in each other, through each other, by each other. We were each other. Why was it such pure unadul...
She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short...
I contemplated her, seeing her young bland face looking at me, now removed as if behind a gauze curtain. She quietly invited me to suffer. There was a great space now, a great silent hall in which thi...
Of course we have an 'unconscious mind' and this is partly what my book is about. But there is no general chart of that lost continent. Certainly not a 'scientific' one.
You get so worked up and flowery! You sound as if you were quoting something all the time!
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
—¿Por qué está mal robar?—Es cuestión de cómo se defina —dijo Julius.—¿Qué quiere usted decir?—Es una tautología. «Robar» es un concepto con un sentido peyorativo inevitable. Así, decir que robar está...
It is not simply that suppression of self is required before accurate vision can be obtained. The great artist sees his objects (and this is true whether they are sad, absurd, repulsive or even evil)...
How absolute the knave is!
But I can't do anything for him and he can't do anything for me. We must wail in our own corners.
The past and present are after all so close, almost one, as if time were an artificial teasing out of a material which longs to join, to interpenetrate, and to become heavy and very small like some of...
Those who cry out the truth to an indifferent world too often weary, fall silent or come to doubt their own wit.
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
We can only learn to love by loving.
Love doesn't think like that. All right, it's blind as a bat--''Bats have radar. Yours doesn't seem to be working.
It was extremely difficult to keep up any pace over the rocks since they were so unpredictable and devoid of reason. Their senselessness had never so much impressed me.
To anyone who will take the trouble to become attached to her she will immediately give a devoted, generous, imaginative and completely uncapricious attention, which is still a calculated avoidance of...