Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity, & stumble from defeat to defeat.
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.
When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.
Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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 naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.