Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.
I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.
The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.
she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.
... America is the greatest humiliator in existence. It is always cultivating the power you get from humiliating others.
Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.
The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.
Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in her.
I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.
I don't tell the truth any more to those who can't make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because it always changes me.
Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat.
Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an artist.
All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.
I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate. I hate murderously.
When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique.
When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.
It is difficult to live with the pure. They do not condemn you; they forgive you. This forgiveness is more terrible than a judgment.
There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.
I see myself wrapped in lies, which do not seem to penetrate my soul, as if they are not really a part of me. They are like costumes.
There is no denying that we are suffering from a collective neurosis and the novel which does not face this is not a novel of our time.
A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.
The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.
I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ
Asia discovered two remedies for the cruelty of man, art and religion. America discarded both and is drowning in hate and aggressivity.
Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.
If you are terribly truthful, the ground will always move from under you, and you will have to shift with the constantly shifting truth.
The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.
The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements.
At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.
We speak of the masculine and the feminine, but they are the wrong labels. It is really more a matter of poetry versus intellectualization.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
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.
To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice.
I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.
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.
Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in action in New York.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
We are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.
I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.
Nothing endures unless it has first been transposed into a myth, and the great advantage of myths is that they are ladies with portable roots.