“It is dreadful to think that behind me my own past is no longer anything but shifting darkness.”

All success cloaks a surrender.

Girls are weighed down by restrictions, boys with demands – two equally harmful disciplines.

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.

I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth – and truth rewarded me.

Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.

Change your life today. Don’t gamble on the future, act now, without delay.

The oppressor would not be so strong if he did not have accomplices among the oppressed.

What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty?

There is no justification for present existence other than its expansion into an indefinitely open future.

Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility.

To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.

If the feminine issue is so absurd, is because the male’s arrogance made it a discussion.

All oppression creates a state of war. And this is no exception.

Literature took the place in my life that had once been occupied by religion: it absorbed me entirely, and transfigured my life.

A day in which I don’t write leaves a taste of ashes.

The characteristic feature of all ethics is to consider human life as a game that can be won or lost and to teach man the means of winning.

Be careful, her hell is lovely, dark, and deep until she weeps.

Welcome to winter, where dark nights last forever and sadness prevails.

She’s both the moon and the ocean, the universe in constant motion. Dark and bright, wild and whole.

You were poetry in a dark hallway whispering to know me in a psychotic way the way your neck tattoos straddle my throat I’m envious of every girl you’ve ever known.

The forest lays in darkness and decay yet our love blossoms.

The moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.

I shined like the moon and stars but it just would never be enough for all you could see was darkness.