I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
How wrong is it for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself?
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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 na
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
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.
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.