It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.

Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.

I can conceive of 'falling in love' over and over again. But 'marriage,' this richness of life itself, I cannot conceive of having again - or with anyone else. In this sense 'marriage' seems to me indissoluble.

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.

Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?

We insist on permanency, on continuity, when the only continuity possible is in growth, in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass but partners in the same pattern. The only real security in a relationship lies neither in looking back in nostalgia, nor forward with dread or anticipation, but living in the present and accepting the relationship as it is now.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.