liberté, égalité, sensualité

“Hatred feeds, like love, on little things; the least thing strengthens it; as one beloved can do no evil, so the person hated can do no good.”

““You think about yourself too much,” he said and smiled. “And that gives you a strange fatigue that makes you shut off the world around you and cling to your arguments. Therefore, all you have is problems.””

“You freeze up in childhood, you go numb, because you cannot change your circumstances and to recognize, name, and feel the emotions and their cruel causes would be unbearable, and so you wait.”

“She is something new, something hopeful. Like spring to my deep winter.”

“August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water.”

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

… when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness?