Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
I don’t want to live, I want to love first and live incidentally.
And only weaklings…who lack courage and the power to feel they’re right when the whole world says they’re wrong, ever lose.
. . . she tried to weave the strength of her father and the young beauty of her first love with David, the happy oblivion of her teens and her warm protected childhood into a magic cloak.
I don’t want to live— I want to love first, and live…incidentally.
David, I’ll fly for you, if you’ll love me!”“Fly, then.”“I can’t fly, but love me anyway.”“Poor wingless child!”“Is it so hard to love me?”“Do you think you are easy, my illusive possession?
They hadn’t much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.
Emptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. I just lump everything in a great heap which I have labeled ‘the past,’ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, I am ready to continue.
All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself
She wished she could help David to seem more legitimate. She wished she could do something to keep everything from being so undignified. Life seemed so uselessly extravagant.
She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.
Nobody has ever measured not even poets how much the heart can hold.
I don’t want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally.
Nobody has ever measured even poets how much a heart can hold.
The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.