An old body when it is loved becomes a sacred treasure; and sex itself must always, it seems to me, come to us as a sacrament and be so used or it is meaningless. The flesh is suffused by the spirit, and it is forgetting this in the act of love-making that creates cynicism and despair.
You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed
Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.
Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.
Failure would only be if you had somewhere stopped growing. As far as I can see the whole duty of the artist is to keep on growing.
all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.
They are commiting murder who merely live.
When it comes to the important things one is always alone.
Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.
It looks as if I were meant to be alone, and that any hope of happiness is not meant. Am I too old to acquire the knack for happiness?
The value of solitude - one of its values - is, of course, that there is nothing to cushion against attacks from within, just as there is nothing to help balance at times of particular stress or depression.
Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.
I would predicate that in all great works of genius masculine and feminine elements in the personality find expression, whether this androgynous nature is played out sexually or not.
She became for me an island of light, fun, wisdom where I could run with my discoveries and torments and hopes at any time of day and find welcome.
The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though the flow of life were backed up.
We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.
Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.
I have sometimes wondered also whether in people like me who come to the boil fast (soupe au lait, the French call this trait, like a milk soup that boils over) the tantrum is not a built-in safety valve against madness or illness. ... The fierce tension in me, when it is properly channeled, creates the good tension for work. But when it becomes unbalanced I am destructive. How to isolate that good tension is my problem these days. Or, put in another way, how to turn the heat down fast enough so the soup won't boil over!
I’m only able to write poetry, for the most part, when I have a Muse, a woman who focuses the world for me.
Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn't there.
What we have not has made us what we are. / ... / What we are not drives us to consummation.
life is always bringing unexpected gifts.
The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on pain is to miss the chance for growth.
He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.
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