I am touched by your beautiful anxiety about life.

Who is there today who still cares about a well-finished death? No one. Even the rich, who could after all afford this luxury, are beginning to grow lazy and indifferent; the desire to have a death of one's own is becoming more and more rare. In a short time it will be as rare as a life of one's own.

Sex is difficult, yes. But they are difficult things with which we have been charged...If you only recognize this and manage out of yourself, out of your own nature and ways, out of your own experience and childhood and strength to achieve a relation to sex wholly your own (not influenced by convention and custom) then you need no longer be afraid of losing yourself and becoming unworthy of your best possession.

A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.

Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown of linden branches?

I am too alone in the world and not alone enough to make every moment holy.

Swells, Marina? we ocean, depths, Marina? we sky!