Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms.
From Elizabeth Bowen
No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.
Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it.
Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.
When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk.
One can live in the shadow of an idea without grasping it.
Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have.
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