Friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the usefulness of which all mankind are agreed.
I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!
Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.
A diary is the last place to go if you wish to seek the truth about a person. Nobody dares to make the final confession to themselves on paper: or at least, not about love.
The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two experiences compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors. All this may precede the first look, kiss, or touch; precede ambition, pride, or envy; precede the first declarations which mark the turning point—for from here love degenerates into habit, possession, and back to loneliness.
Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.
A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
We who love Him beheld Him with these our eyes which He made to see; and we touched Him with these our hands which He taught to reach forth.
The historian must be a poet; not to find, but to find again; not to breathe life into beings, into imaginary deeds, but in order to re-animate and revive that which has been; to represent what time and space have placed at a distance from us.
Okay, I guess you can come in. " "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in. " "I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?" "My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?
We can choose who we bring into our lives. We can choose who will reinforce our risk taking.