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She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.
A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.
I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.
The only advice ... that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.
Language is wine upon the lips.
As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
For nothing was simply one thing.
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.
The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.
I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.
I am rooted, but I flow.
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.
For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?
I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.
Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.
When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.
A veil of insanity everywhere: Oh why I was born in this age? It is a terrible age.
Books are the mirrors of the soul.
Intimacy is a difficult art.
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
A light here required a shadow there.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.
I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats - and one always secretes too much jelly.
But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.