Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
The world shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
I don't know why people are afraid of lust. Then I can imagine that they are very small.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through.
I have a man's mind, but a woman's might.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book... or you take a trip... and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.
I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
You don't save me. You enable me to save myself.