Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Witch of Portobello

No one sacrifices the most important thing she possesses: Love. No one places her dreams in the hands of those who might destroy them.

I applauded when reason lost the battle and all I could do was surrender and accept that I was in love.

If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it's necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.

No one can manipulate anyone else. In any relationship, both parties know what they're doing, even if one of them complains later on that they were used.

Having little to lose or to hope for in life took greater risks than other people and ended up being transformed into the forces she thought she mastered.

And the best way to know who we are is often to find out how others see us.

This doesn't mean that we should do what others expect us to do, but it helps us to understand ourselves better.

Life, however, had other plans--when fate is very generous with us, there is always a well into which all our dreams can tumble.

And I needed to choose between losing the one thing that really filled my thoughts--my love for that woman --and losing my freedom and all the choices that the future promised me. To be honest, the decision was easy. (He chose the former)

Love arrives, moves in and starts directing everything.

God reveals itself through simple things.

Sometimes love carries us into the abyss, taking with us--to make matters worse--the people we love.

Its possible to love more than one person in a lifetime.

When mouths close, it's because there's something more important to be said.

I've noticed that loneliness gets stronger when we try to face it down but gets weaker when we simply ignore it.

The world revolves around mutual interests.

If you wanted to get rid of someone, you should do everything you can to provoke them into rudeness, so that you would then have a perfectly good reason to dismiss them.

It's good idea to frighten the person in possession of a secret before she's revealed the secret to us, it's best to pretend to grant her request.

God hid the most important things from the wise because the cannot understand what is simple.

If we slow down, everything lasts much longer.

I'm being forced to do the most difficult thing in the world--slow down.

What is a teacher? It isn't someone who teachers something, but someone who inspires the student to give of her best in order to discover what she already knows.

It may seem the same but it's always different.

In order to forget the rules, you must know them and respect them.

Sentences only exist because the blank spaces exist.

I knew absolutely nothing about her apart from her name, but like the vampire of the myth, she seemed to be sucking up all my energy.

The important thing is to allow fate to intervene in our lives and to decide what is best for everyone.

Because the others are me and I am the others.

Joy is like sex--it begins and ends.

And desires are never satisfied, because once they are they cease to be desires.

With each step we take, we arrive.

You are what you believe yourself to be.

We all know everything, it's merely a question of believing.

Beside what does learning mean: accumulating knowledge or transforming your life?

Changes only happen when we go totally against everything we're used to knowing.

Knowing that you are capable of love is enough. If it isn't him, it will be someone else.

Love fills everything. It cannot be desired because it is an end in itself. It cannot betray because it has nothing to do with possession. It cannot be held prisoner because it is a river and will overflow its banks. Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant and rank.

In that journey where suffering seemed to be the only rule, I struggled for things for which there was no point struggling. Like love, for example. People either feel it or they don't and there isn't a force in the world that can make them feel it. We can pretend that we love each other. We can get used to each other. We can live a whole lifetime of friendship and complicity. We can bring up children, have sex every night, reach orgasm and still feel that there's terrible emptiness about it all, that something important is missing. In the name of all I've learned about relationships between men and women, I've been trying to fight against things that weren't really worth the struggle.

The teacher never tells the disciple what he or she should do. They are merely travelling companions, sharing the same uncomfortable feeling of "estrangement" when confronted by ever-changing perceptions, broadening horizons, closing doors, rivers that sometimes seem to block their path and which in fact should never be crossed but followed.

There is only one difference between tracher and disciple: the former is slightly less afraid than the latter. Then when they sit down at a table or in front of a fire to talk, the more experienced person might say "Go there and you'll arrive where I did," because every path and every destination are unique to the individual.

Replacing slaves with wage slaves

We all have the duty to love and to allow love to manifest itself in the way it thinks best. We cannot and must be frightened when the powers of darkness want to make themselves naked.

What is sin? It is a sin to prevent love from showing itself.

So it was in life. In order for subtantial pieces of wood to catch fire, the kindling must burn first. In order for us to liberate the energy of our strength, our weakness must first have a chance to reveal itself. In order for us to understand the powers we carry within us and the secrets that have already been revealed, it was first necessary to allow the surface--expectations, fears, appeareances--to be burned away.

We are not the slaves of our own feelings but their masters.

Love simply is--love is.

Memories of My Melancholy Whores

Inspiration gives no warnings.

What isn't natural is (my) age.

No old man forgets where he has hidden his treasure.

Let no one be deceived, no, thinking that what he awaits will last longer than what he has seen.

I discovered improbable pleasure of contemplating the body of a sleeping woman without the urgencies of desire or the obstacles of modesty.

A body as provocative with clothes as without

Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

In the end, it is impossible not to become what others believe you are.