In chaos, there is fertility.

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.

..he made me understand something very important. Whether because I am a Latin, or because I am a neurotic, I have a need of gestures. I am myself expressive, demonstrative; every feeling I have takes on expression: words, gestures, signs, letters, articulateness or action. I need this in others.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.