“I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.”

I like to have space to spread my mind out in.

She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.

The most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you’ve struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong.

Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.

I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.

I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

I don’t believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one’s aspect to the sun.

Marvelous are the innocent.

Fear no more, says the heart.

She always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

The way to change others’ minds is with affection, and not anger.

We all want to be loved, don’t we? Everyone looks for a way of finding love. It’s a constant search for affection in every walk of life.

We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.

People’s affection hurts me but it’s a beautiful pain.

A genuine, affectionate smile is very important in our day-to-day lives.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.