Don’t let the cat out or the concierge in: this is the first principle of socialist ladies.
The only purpose of cats is that they constitute mobile decorative objects.
That’s what the future is for: to build the present, with real plans, made by living people. – The Elegance of the Hedgehog.
Melancholy overwhelms me at supersonic speed.
Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls.
We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.
I may be indigent in name, position, and in appearance, but in my own mind I am an unrivaled goddess -.
Don’t worry Renee, I won’t commit suicide and I won’t burn a thing. Because from now on, for you, I’ll be searching for those moments of always within never. Beauty, in this world.
Yes, the world may aspire to vacuousness, lost souls mourn beauty, insignificance surrounds us. Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed.
What is writing, no matter how lavish the pieces, if it says nothing of the truth, cares little for the heart, and is merely subservient to the pleasure of showing one’s brilliance.
We never look beyond our assumptions and what’s worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves.
I am going to die, but that is of no importance.
How to measure a life’s worth? The important thing, said Paloma one day, is not the fact of dying, it is what you are doing in the moment of your death.
But the world, in its present state, is no place for princesses.
We don’t recognize each other because other people have become our permanent mirrors. If we actually realized this, if we were able to become aware of the fact that we are only ever looking at ourselves in the other person, that we are alone in the wilderness, we would go crazy.
So if there is something on the planet that is worth living for, I’d better not miss it, because once you’re dead, it’s too late for regrets, and if you die by mistake, that is really, really dumb.
If you want to heal Heal others And smile or weep At this very happy reversal of fate.
When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things. Where is beauty to be found? In great things that, like everything else, are doomed to die, or in small things that aspire to nothing, yet know how to set a jewel of infinity in a single moment?
What is an aristocrat? A woman who is never sullied by vulgarity, although she may be surrounded by it.
It would be so much better if we could share our insecurity, if we could all venture inside ourselves and realize that green beans and vitamin C, however much they nurture us, cannot save lives, or sustain our souls.