Good things happen to those who hustle.
I had a feeling that Pandora’s box contained the mysteries of woman’s sensuality, so different from a man’s and for which man’s language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.
The enemy of a love is never outside, it’s not a man or a woman, it’s what we lack in ourselves.
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison, was the miracle.
If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses.
Living never wore one so much as the effort not to live.
Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.
The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.
Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality an illusory world, love, an absolute which it could never obtain, and thus destroyed itself by the dream.
How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with me- full rich lives from birth to death, and you just have to have these rest periods in between.
I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.
We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.
Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.
What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.
The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.