So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, cluttering the room like an attic with discarded possessions.

When you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as lightly as wings, I never know where, too fast, too fast away from me.

You are that to me, an oasis. You drug me and at the same time you give me strength.

In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being.

And it is that which draws me to you, too, for you are the tropics, you have the sun in you, and the softness and the clarity...

His entire body was pleading for reassurance, and if her whole love was not enough what else could she give him to cure his doubt?

The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence.

Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wanted to assert itself in action.

No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.

But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...

Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel.

The idea of freedom is a piece of dry bread thrown to people so that they can break their teeth with it.

If your paramount concern in life is to make sure everyone likes and approves of you, I’m sorry to say you’re going to find yourself running in circles for the rest of your life.

Don't let people see when you're mad - just smile and laugh.

I'm still here. I knocked off another competitor.

I'm a little bit of a news political junkie, a little bit of a reader of history.

Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for most part has been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it.

A man never speaks of himself without losing something. What he says in his disfavor is always beleived, but when he commends himself, he arouses mistrust.

I live inside God's dream for me. I don't try to tell God what I'm supposed to do. . . God can dream a bigger dream for you than you can dream for yourself.

My mother was the making of me. She was so true and so sure of me, I felt that I had someone to live for - someone I must not disappoint. The memory of my mother will always be a blessing to me.

What the neurology tells us is that the self consists of many components, and the notion of one unitary self may well be an illusion.