What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back where I came from because I didn't have the courage to say "yes" to life?
Human beings can withstand a week without water, two weeks without food, many years of homelessness, but not loneliness. It is the worst of all tortures, the worst of all sufferings
If I must be faithful to someone or something, then I have, first of all, to be faithful to myself
However, if I believe that the track is my destiny and that God is in charge of the machine, then the nightmare becomes something thrilling. It becomes exactly what it is, a roller coaster, a safe, reliable toy, which will eventually stop, but, while the journey lasts, I must look at the surrounding landscape and whoop with excitement
In the search of happiness, however, we are all equal : none of us is happy - not the banker/musician, the dentist/writer, the checkout girl/actress, or the housewife/model
Freedom only exist when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly
That is the true experience of freedom : having the most important thing in the world without owning it
After all, being young inevitably means making mistakes
What is more important in life? Living or pretending to live?
Passion sends us signals that guide us through our lives, and it's up to me to interpret those signs
Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with
I want you however you want me to be wanted
Everyone knows how to love, because we are all born with that gift
Desire is not what you see, but what you imagine
Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not
Sometimes life is very mean : a person can spend days, weeks, months and years without feeling anything new
When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself
The art of sex is the art of controlled abandon
There are certain sufferings which can only be forgotten once we have succeeded in floating above our own pain
If we're in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we're far from the person we love, everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them
The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility
-the english version is far better than the translated-
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