“The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.”

One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.

Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.

I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.

I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.

There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.

How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.

Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.

Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.

I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.

There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.

I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.

Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.

Souls are more than their bodies and bodies are more than their shapes.

I find symmetry in the way our bodies lock curves to match every angle indecision for every smile.

Our body is our home and how I saw you treat your home I should have known that’s how you would treat my body.

He’s fully committed to appreciating his body with all its flaws and imperfections, more and more every day.

If you are powerfully embracing your physical body and your sexuality, you are living fully in your humanness and that is as spiritual as it gets.

Touch me. Make my body bloom. A million cherry blossoms.

Let self-love be the oxytocin for your body let it captivate your bones with self-acceptance.

Sex is not a map to me anymore I am more than my physical body.