The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
A light here required a shadow there.
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.
The way to write well is to live intensely.
Books are the mirrors of the soul.
As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.
Intimacy is a difficult art.
Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.
I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
The only advice ... that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions.
To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.
Fear no more, says the heart.
Love had a thousand shapes.
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
How lovely goodness is in those who, stepping lightly, go smiling through the world.
I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: