To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could."
We are all more intelligent than we are capable, and awareness of the insanity of love has never saved anyone from the disease.
To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could."
There is no such thing as work-life balance. Everything worth fighting for unbalances your life.
The moment we cry in a film is not when things are sad but when they turn out to be more beautiful than we expected them to be.
Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved.
Our capacity to draw happiness from aesthetic objects or material goods in fact seems critically dependent on our first satisfying a more important range of emotional or psychological needs, among them the need for understanding, for love, expression and respect.
One rarely falls in love without being as much attracted to what is interestingly wrong with someone as what is objectively healthy.
One of the best protections against disappointment is to have a lot going on.
Not being understood may be taken as a sign that there is much in one to understand.
Most of what makes a book 'good' is that we are reading it at the right moment for us.
It is in books, poems, paintings which often give us the confidence to take seriously feelings in ourselves that we might otherwise never have thought to acknowledge.
Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that's ok with them.
