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We are always bargaining with our feelings so that we can live from day to day.
Who is not afraid of pure space - that breathtaking empty space of an open door?
Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.
It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.
For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well
Fame is a kind of death because it arrests life around the person in the public eye.
There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.
Everything today has been heavy and brown. Bring me a Unicorn to ride about the town.
Only when a tree has fallen can you take the measure of it. It is the same with a man.
Ideally, both members of a couple in love free each other to new and different worlds.
Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.
there is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change.
Love is a force.... It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product; it produces.
My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.
It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.
People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.
Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.
Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.
the final lesson of learning to be independent - widowhood ... is the hardest lesson of all.
If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.
It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.
But I want first of all- in fact, as an end to these other desires- to be at peace with myself.
Cut asparagus at night - in desperation. When one is very tired one always does one more thing.
When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.
Rivers perhaps are the only physical features of the world that are at their best from the air.
How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.
Geniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.
To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.
God often used bitter experiences to make us better. Gold can be a helpful servant, but a cruel master.
I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.
Can you write a book and have children at the same time? Yes, if you're content to do it very very slowly.
Woman's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life.
How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity.
Woman must be the pioneer in this turning inward for strength. In a sense, she has always been the pioneer.
Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?
One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.
For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.
The nicest gifts are those left, nameless and quiet, unburdened with love, or vanity, or the desire for attention.
Too many people, too many demands, too much to do; competent, busy, hurrying people - It just isn't living at all.
The nice thing about really intelligent people is that when you talk with them they make you feel intelligent too.
For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.
I had the feeling . . . that my experience was very different from other people’s. (Are we all under this illusion?)
war is a thug's game. The thug strikes first and harder. He doesn't go by rules and he isn't afraid of hurting people.
I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.
The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
You can’t just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else’s appreciation.