Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.
In her there was a pliancy, a resilience which was Oriental — a passion to serve.
I realized then the truth about all love: that it is an absolute which takes all or forfeits all. The other feelings, compassion, tenderness and so on, exist only on the periphery and belong on the co...
Art like life is an open secret.
The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said, Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours. God made eternity...
People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.
In marriage they legitimized despair; every kiss is the conquest of a repulsion.
I suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.
Words are the mirrors of our discontents merely; they contain all the huge unhatched eggs of the world's sorrows.
One night he woke to the soughing of great wings and saw a bat-like creature with the head of a violin resting upon the bedrail.
Let us go to bed together and ignore the loutish reality of the world.
Is it any wonder that I absent-mindedly take the entrance marked Aliens Only whenever I enter?
But there are more than five sexes and only demotic Greek seems to distinguish among them.
The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.
When one is fully extended by day and exhausted every evening one lives differently, without the weight of yesterday or tomorrow on one’s shoulders. I
We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.
Pienso en la época en la que el mundo conocido apenas existía para nosotros cuatro; los días eran simplemente espacios entre sueños, espacios entre capas móviles de tiempo, de actividades, de charla i...
A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.
…I once found a list of diseases as yet unclassified by medical science, and among these there occurred the word Islomania, which was described as a rare but by no means unknown affliction of spirit....
أفكر في أن المدينة كالانسان تجمع ميولها وشهواتها ومخاوفها. إنها تنمو حتى تبلغ النضج وتقدم أنبياءها، ثم تنحدر إلى التبلد أو الشيخوخة أو الوحدة وهي أسوأ من كليهما. والأحياء لا يزلن يجلسن على قارعة الطري...