I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their own fate. It was not a matter of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.
Topics: Fortune, Luck, Confidence
He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
What I cannot love, I overlook.
When you possess light within, you see it externally.
Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
Electric flesh-arrows… traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.
Topics: Acceptance, Realization, Awareness, Being Ourselves
Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in her.
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Dreams are necessary to life.
It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before… to test your limits… to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Topics: Risk, Action, Pain, Discovery, Growth, Courage, Self-Discovery
Jazz is the music of the body
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Topics: Self-Discovery, Life
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should reserve it.
we travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make—to part with one’s faith, one’s love, when one would prefer to renew the faith and recreate the passion.
Topics: Reflection, Life, Change, Past, Moving on
I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
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