We are like sculptors, constantly carving out
of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against
reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a
disappointment, because it does not fit them.
She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the
reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be
herself.
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.
A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried
to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words,
that he could never say the magic phrase which would open her being.
I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.
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.
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
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