“I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.”

The word love has by no means the same sense for both sexes, and this is one cause of the serious misunderstandings that divide them.

Because we are separated everything separates us, even our efforts to join each other.

One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

The sin of smiling whilst Louise was weeping, the sin of shedding my own tears and not hers. The sin of being another being.

One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

To will oneself moral and to will oneself free are one and the same decision.

She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.

Capabilities are clearly manifested only when they have been realized.

To be oneself, simply oneself, is so amazing and utterly unique an experience that it’s hard to convince oneself so singular a thing happens to everybody.

The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.

Authentic love must be founded on reciprocal recognition of two freedoms.

Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.

People seem to think that if you keep your head empty you automatically fill your balls.

There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless.

When you stubbornly give one man a chance, you arbitrarily deny it to another one.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

Especially when we are afraid, angry, or confused, we may be tempted to give away bits of our freedom—or, less painfully, somebody else’s freedom—in the quest for direction and order.

Especially as an artist, the creative freedom we have makes us who we are. We’re human beings-we’re gonna mess up sometimes. I definitely feel like people should continue being who they are. As long as you’re staying true to who you are, that’s super important.

To call her a seamstress is irrelevant, She was not arrested for sewing. She was a freedom fighter.

The freer I get, the higher I go. The higher I go, the more I see. The more I see, the less I know. The less I know, the more I’m free.

The arts are not just a nice thing to have or to do if there is free time or if one can afford it. Rather, paintings and poetry, music and fashion, design and dialogue, they all define who we are as a people and provide an account of our history for the next generation.

Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.

No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams.