Sunday, February 14, 2010

Shanghai Baby

Future is a trap set right in the middle of your brain.

It's hard to deny life's little ironies.

You have no immunity against life.

Love was a miracle the flesh could not copy.

Being bored is when you haven't anything to do, so what would you be doing?

Intelligence is a gift and madness is an instinct.

A genius can get into a worse mess than an idiot.

The deeper the love, the sharper the flesh aches.

Romantic dreams leave no trace.

Erring in ones choice of boyfriend is a woman's great humiliation.

One draws near in order to separate in the end.

How blessed a woman like me should feel: young, good looking, smart and a professional.

Shadows float about recording thousands of shapes and hopeless situations.

When bad things happen to you, everything goes haywire.

You need not worry. When you wake up, tomorrow is the day after the one before.

He was the fire of my life and the impetus behind my work, he was inexpressible sweetness and pain perfectly beautiful rose resurrected by alchemy in a Persian garden.

When the film is over the film goers leave en masse.

Loving you and being faithful to you are two different things.

Fear of loneliness is what teaches us to love.

All men are strange as hell--Robin Morgan.

Girls who are street smart are put down and those who are gentler are treated like empty headed flower vessels.

Being a bit smart doesn't hurt.

A learned man should also understand romance.

Love enters by way of the ear and only then can reach the heart.

What will be, will be.

Real life is never the way we want it to be.

Everything originates in nothingness and nothingness accentuates everything.

My nerves taut as bowstring.

Love will tear us apart.--Ian Curtis

Heaven is no more than this: being at ease and completely free of worry.

There are no men to notice your hairstyle and clothes, no one to focus about whether you're full breasted or your own eyes are sufficiently elegant.

If there's a reason to live, loving you is it.

We'd lost the chance of a chance.

It's a way of giving yourself something to cling to a reason to be happy.

I am alive but dead too.

Freedom of choice is a freedom based on certain conditions.

A man with the eyes of a child, intelligent of a genius and the love of a lunatic...

I wanted to find someone to blame for everything so I'd have an object to hate and to rage against.

When your lover leaves, you can cry out all the tears in your body but he wont come back. He's gone forever, taking with him your broken memories, reduced to ashes and leaving behind a soul, alone.

Monday, February 8, 2010

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

The profound moral perversity of a world that rests essentially on non-existence of return.

We live everything as it comes without warning.

What happens but once might as well not happen at all.

The only relationship that can make both partners happy is in which sentimentality has no place and neither partner makes any claim on the life and freedom of the other.

Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation but in the desire for shared sleep.

Those years were more attractive in retrospect.

He was enjoying the sweet lightness of being.

Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination.

Only necessity is heavy and only what is heavy has value.

Life cannot be an experiment thus there's no room for hypothesis.

Co-incidence means that two events unexpectedly happen at the same time, they meet.

Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.

It could just as well be other ways.

Only chance can speak to us.

Necessity knows no magic formula--they are all left to chance.

If love is to be unforgettable, fortuities will come down to it.

Vertigo is the voice of emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves.

She made no response. She could not tell him that she had been waiting.

What we have not chosen we cannot consider either our merit or our failure.

Respect the woman in her.

Noise has one advantage. It drowns our words.

Beauty by mistake

Love means renouncing ones strength.

What must be, must be.

The thing that gives our every move its meaning is always totally unknown to us.

Flirting is a promise of sexual intercourse without a guarantee.

Loves are like empires: when the idea are founded on crumbles, they, too, fade away.

Blissful indifference / beautiful lie

Obsession of the unimaginable

Poetic memory records everything that charms and touches us.

Pleasure without happiness is not pleasure.

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

We can never establish certainty what part of our relations with others is the result of our emotions--love, antipathy, charity or malice--and what part is pre-determined by the constant powerplay among individuals.

Idyll's monotony bred happiness, not boredom.

Her weakness was aggressive.

The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together.

The House on the Mango Street

She doesn't want to write a book that a reader wont understand and would feel ashamed for not understanding.

Making each sentence serve her and not the other way around.

When she lived at home, the things she looked at scolded her and made her feel sad and depressed. They said, "Wash me." They said, "Wash me." They said, "Lazy." They said, "You ought."

You can never have too much of sky.

A home in a heart, a house made of heart.

"...who left and keeps leaving."

I am the one nobody comes for.

I have began my own quiet war. Simple. Sure. I am one who leaves the table like a man, without putting back the chair or picking up the plate.