I don't really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits.
When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
You cannot save people. You can only love them.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back: a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.