The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.
The Picture of Dorian Gray // Oscar Wilde
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical;
Don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion.
Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
// Franz Kafka
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me.
Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
// Anaïs Nin
she was full of light
of fire, of darkness, of fear –
i loved her for it
3AM Thoughts // AKA “Haiku 109.”
If you say that getting the money is the most important thing,
you’ll spend your life completely wasting your time.
You’ll be doing things you don’t like doing in order to go on living,
that is to go on doing thing you don’t like doing, which is stupid.
// Alan Watts
In a painting, you should be able to discover new things each time you look at it. For me, a painting must give off sparks. It must dazzle like the beauty of a woman or a poem.
// Joan Miro
Sólo tu corazón caliente, y nada más.
// Federico García Lorca
You have to take the other person into account even during an effusion of passion. You mustn’t hand out passion to them like a slap. It must remain a gift made in order to be received, an expression of feeling, a gift granted to and intended for someone — rather than being a mere organic outburst.
// Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre
Something in you pacifies me.
You’ve always had that power over me – part of you pacifies, another terrifies.
How do I get sick of that? I will never get sick of that.
// Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin
You have literally grown into my soul.
Dear, Dear Brenda // Henry Miller