Always searching for inspiration.. and I found these.
I love words.. thoughts.. & emotion.. Quotes are a combination of all three..
“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”
“This diary is my kief, hashish, and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.”
“…for no one has ever loved an adventurous woman as they have loved adventurous men.”
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”
“How wrong is it for women to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than set out to create it herself.”
“I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.”
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world not possibly born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.”
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.”
“Dreams are necessary to life.”
“We dont see things as they are we see them as we are.”
“People living deeply have no fear of death.”
-Anaïs Nin