You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams.
The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.
Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.
What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.
I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.
Love men and women not for their strength but their softness, not for their fullness but their hunger, not for their plenty but their need.
Through love, through friendship, a heart lives more than one life.
We also write to heighten our own awareness of life... We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection... We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it...to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely... When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking... I feel I lose my fire and my color.
I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.
The risk it takes to remain tight inside the bud is more painful than the risk it takes to blossom. We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
Poetry is the alchemy which teaches us to convert ordinary materials into gold.
I believe the lasting revolution comes from deep changes in ourselves which influence our collective life.
Your eyes make me shy
I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.
No one should be forced to carry the unfulfilled self of another.
Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
We cannot cure the evils of politics with politics.
Perfection is static, And I am in full progress.
Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
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