I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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.
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.
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
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.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
Dreams are necessary to life.