And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. |
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow. |
When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others. |
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. |
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. |
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy. |
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery. |
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. |
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself. |
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern. |
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. |
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked. |
People living deeply have no fear of death. |
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic. |
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. |
It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all. |
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. |
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship? |
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living. |
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. |