To be poor, ugly and, moreover, intelligent condemns one in our society to a dark and disillusioned life…to beauty all is forgiven.
We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.
So if there is something on the planet that is worth living for, I’d better not miss it, because once you’re dead, it’s too late for regrets, and if you die by mistake, that is really, really dumb.
Because beauty consits of it’s own passing, just as we reach for it. It’s the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their movement and their death.
Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.
I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.
If you have but one friend, make sure you choose her well.
To the rich, therefore, falls the burden of Beauty. And if they cannot assume it, then they deserve to die.
I suddenly felt my spirit expand, for I was capable of grasping the utter beauty of the trees.
Talent consists not in inventing shapes but in causing those that were invisible to emerge.
Entrusting one’s life is not the same as opening up one’s soul.
For the first time in my life I understood the meaning of the word ‘never’. And it’s really awful. You say the word a hundred times a day but you don’t really know what you’re saying until you’re faced with a real ‘never again’.
I understood that I was suffering because I couldn’t make anyone else around me feel better.
If you want to heal Heal othersAnd smile or weepAt this happy reversal of fate
And on the way home I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.
Sashimi is velvet dust, verging on silk, or a bit of both, and the extraordinary alchemy of its gossamer essence allows it to preserve a milky density unknown even by clouds…. my cheeks recalled the effects of its profound caress.
There are only two moments when everything is possible in this life,” said Petrus, “when one drinks, and when one makes up stories.
I’m afraid to go into myself and see what’s going on in there.
Clara looked at Maria and tried to understand what she must do so that Maria would be able to see her. But the little French girl cast all around her the bronze of infinite solitude.
The only purpose of cats is that they constitute mobile decorative objects, a concept which I find intellectually interesting, but unfortunately our cats have such drooping bellies that this does not apply to them.
We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.
Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person’s soul something like endless breathing.
Wine is the refined jewel that only a grown woman will prefer to the sparkling trinkets adored by little girls.
Because from now on, for you, I’ll be searching for those moments of always within never/Beauty, in this world.