I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.
Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.
I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.
Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.
Things aren't the way they are, they're the way you are
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.
Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
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
Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.
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.
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.
What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in the mystics, an ecstatic awareness of the whole of life.
I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
When you possess light within, you see it externally.
willingness to explore everything is a sign of strength. The weak ones have prejudices. Prejudices are a protection.
Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series of moods and sensations. I play a thousand roles. I weep when I find others play them for me. My real self is unknown. My work is merely an essence of this vast and deep adventure.
I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.
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.
We have been poisoned by fairy tales.
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