No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.
I am rooted, but I flow.
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you
Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle – for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.
Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting.
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
If people are highly successful in their professions they lose their sense. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures. Sound goes. They have no time to listen to music. Speech goes. They have no time for conversation. Humanity goes. Money making becomes so important that they must work by night as well as by day. Health goes. And so competitive do they become that they will not share their work with others though they have more themselves. What then remains of a human being who has lost sight, sound, and sense of proportion? Only a cripple in a cave.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.
I will not be “famous,” “great.” I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one’s self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.
The only advice … that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions.
Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.
A light here required a shadow there.
But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
I’m terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.