A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.
There is always more surface to a shattered object than a whole.
An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.
The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.
No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into.
I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.
Only the impossible lasts forever.
The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.
Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself.
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.
I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished
Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.
Time is a great conference planning our end, and youth is only the past putting a leg forward.
The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.
Of course I think of the past and of Paris, what else is there to remember?
I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.
Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.
Destiny and history are untidy.
Too great a sense of identity makes a man feel he can do no wrong. And too little does the same.
A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow as well as himself - and what is a man's shadow but his upright astonishment?
The whole world is nothing but a noise, as hot as the inside of a tiger's mouth. They call it civilization - that is a lie! But some day you may have to go out, someone will try to take you out, and you will not understand them or what they are saying, unless you understand nothing, absolutely nothing, then you will manage.
She was nervous about the future; it made her indelicate. She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time --because she could not let her time alone, and yet could never be a part of it. She wanted to be the reason for everything and so was the cause of nothing. She had the fluency of tongue and action meted out by divine providence to those who cannot think for themselves. She was the master of the over-sweet phrase, the over-tight embrace.
Suffering for love is how I have learned practically everything I know, love of grandmother up and on.
One must not look inward too much, while the inside is yet tender. I do not wish to frighten myself until I can stand it.
After all, it is not where one washes one's neck that counts but where one moistens one's throat.
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