Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.
The loneliness you get by the sea is personal and alive. It doesn’t subdue you and make you feel abject. It’s stimulating loneliness.
People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.
Don’t wish me happiness – I don’t expect to be happy it’s gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor – I will need them all.
Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed?
Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
Grief can’t be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.
Him that I love, I wish to be free – even from me.
I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.
I think best with a pencil in my hand.
Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work. The curtain of mechanization has come down between the mind and the hand.
Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.
Yesterday’s fairy tale is today’s fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.
I want to be pure in heart – but I like to wear my purple dress.
Who is not afraid of pure space – that breathtaking empty space of an open door?
A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.
To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.
I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.