“The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe.”

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

You don’t find love, it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.

I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

You fall in love with people’s minds.

I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.

Willingness to explore everything is a sign of strength. The weak ones have prejudices. Prejudices are a protection.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

I feel all that, your touch your presence your breath but can’t tell if its you I’m looking at.

The Lord breathes the breath of life, contrition of heart, into the face of the soul when he impresses upon it his own image and likeness, which has been soiled by sin, and renews it.

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive—to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love—then make that day count!

For me, managing my energy means slowing myself down before the big event. I slow down the racing thoughts in my mind. I concentrate on and slow down my breathing. I listen to and steady my heart rate.

Let God be the air in which your heart breathes at ease.

I do not write. My lungs just breathe in words.

I cried today and I cried yesterday, Salty tears rushing down. My face fastened breaths, palms in sweat and the unbearable guilt of my being.

Become the leader of your life. Lead yourself to where you want to be. Breathe life back into your ambitions, your desires, your goals, your relationships.