Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

Great lovers will always be unhappy, because, for them, love is of supreme importance. Consequently they demand of their beloved the same intensity of thought as they have for her, otherwise they feel betrayed.

One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

You don't remember days, you remember moments.

Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.