The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

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.

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.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

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.

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 never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

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.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

Dreams are necessary to life.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

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.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.