“I would have to have a bit of heroism and get out of myself. But I love myself so much!”

That the child is the supreme aim of woman is a statement having precisely the value of an advertising slogan.

Youth and what the Italians so prettily call stamina. The vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. When you’ve lost that, you’ve lost everything.

You said something very true the other day: that for us, nudity begins with the face.

But it is impossible for anyone to say ‘I am sacrificing myself’ without feeling bitterness.

There’s something tragic about you. Your feeling for the absolute. You were made to believe in God and spend your life in a convent.

Weakness’ is weakness only in light of the aims man sets for himself, the instruments at his disposal and the laws he imposes.

I enjoyed my exhaustion, though; I liked overdoing things.

Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with absolute truth.

If you point out that they’re walking in shit they scream it’s you that have dirty feet.

If so few female geniuses are found in history, it is because society denies them any means of expression.

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.

Meet me under the moon so we can chase stars together.

I hope you give freely to yourself all the love, that the world told you, you have to fight for.

It’s not the size of the nose that matters, it’s what’s inside that counts.

The magic that lives in being loved for who you are in the shadows, not just for how you appear in the light.

I love to just go to the movies, watch movies, listen to the scores and all that ’cause that’s, like, the next step for me.

No created mind, no created heart, no human force is capable of knowing how much love the Heart of Mary had for the Lord.

I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.

Lips so gorgeous they could make fuck off sound like a love letter.