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.
Fear no more, says the heart.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
But I don't think of the future, or the past, I feast on the moment. This is the secret of happiness, but only reached now in middle age.
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
A light here required a shadow there.
I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.
For now she need not think of anybody. She coud be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.
We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.
Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.
If people are highly successful in their profession they lose their senses. 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. They lose their sense of proportion.
Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.
One must learn to be silent just as one must learn to talk.
The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.
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.
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
Never pretend that the things you haven't got are not worth having.
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