Fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.
You were in my arms for the first time, and you said my name, 'Tristan.'I answered you: 'Isolde.'Isolde. The world became a word.
You don't fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks...
You can't make sense of your passion for life in the face of death, you can only give up your passion. Only then can you begin to survive.
Would there were a festival for my fears, a ritual burning of what is coward in me, what is lost in me. Let the light in before it is too late.
Words kept salted when they cannot be found fresh. Words kept fresh when they cannot be found clean. The words go deeper, far out of reach of vessels, blood vessels bursting, that thick humming in the...
Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.
When we tell a story we exercise control, but in such a way as to leave a gap, an opening. It is a version, but never the final one.When we write we offer the silence as much as the story. Words are t...
When I sing the dogs sit quiet and people who pass in the night stop their jabbering and discontent and think of other times, when they were happy. And I sing of other times, when I was happy, though...
When I hold you in this night-soaked bed it is courage for the day I seek. Courage that when the light comes I will turn towards it. It couldn’t be simpler. It couldn’t be harder. In this little night...
Whatever is on the outside can be taken away at any time. Only what is inside you is safe.
What we notice in stories is the nearness of the wound to the gift.
What is a memory anyway but a painful dispute with the past?
What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?
What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.
We were in Ireland. Was there ever a country so damp? I had to wring out my mind to think clearly. I was a morning mist of confusion.
We mostly understand ourselves through an endless series of stories told to ourselves by ourselves and others. The so-called facts of our individual worlds are highly coloured and arbitrary, facts tha...
We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.
We are lucky, even the worst of us, for daylight comes.
Viitorul, prezentul și trecutul nu există decât în mintea noastră, iar de la depărtare marginile li se micșorează și li se încețoșează precum granițele unor țări dușmane, văzute dintr-un oras plutitor...