Learn to wait; invariably either things will change or your heart will.
You know people don’t get better as we get older- we just get more of who we are.
The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.
Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.
Lying is too much trouble. You have to make sure to taste each word before letting it off your tongue. I hate that. It’s hard enough making people understand without lying.
If it was as logical as that, I wouldn’t continue to feel as bad as I do. I know what you’re saying, and you’re absolutely right in a way. But logic and rationality only go so far. Then you know what happens? Ha! Then your heart adds its two cents and everything reasonable goes right-out-the-window.
The problem with waiting for someone, whether that wait is an hour or a lifetime, is everyone’s ‘clock’ is different. So what you might consider forever is only a little while to them, or vice versa.
Yo can always take back the lost parts of yourself if you can find and recognize them.
The first great real intimacy between two people begins when secrets are told.
Writing a short story is like having a short intense affair, whereas writing a novel is like a long rich marriage.
Although our emotions sometimes behave like spoiled, selfish children, unfortunately we cannot send them to their room or tell them to stop screaming.
Everyone coming out of a perfume store is smelling the back of their hand.
Fear pounds on the door to our heart demanding to be let in. Joy is modest and often comes into our lives like a shy person entering a room; it can take a while to even notice it’s there.
Even the handsomest men do not have the same momentary effect on the world as a truly beautiful woman does.
For an adult, eating alone at McDonald’s is admitting a kind of defeat.
I have never heard anyone say This is it. I know right now is the high point of my life. It will never get any better. Only in retrospect do we recognize the best times and of course then it is too late.
The Viennese wash everything. Where else in the world does the government hire public servants to wash public telephone booths and the glass over traffic lights? Every time I see someone doing these things, I smile like a child.
I write about what interests me. It’s very dangerous when you try to satisfy an audience.
Very often I’ll find out at the end of a book what I put in at the beginning. A sort of process of elimination and discovery in one.
I find you write with one person in mind. Usually for me that one person is my wife, because she’s my most severe critic and understands best what I’m trying to do.