Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavor, rhythms, intensities.
| Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
Don’t care that I can't see you anymore, because what is sight really? Your hand unseeable, yes, but inside me also and what is that if not sight?
| Olivia Gatwood, Ode To My Lover's Left Hand
Why did life put so much inside a woman and then keep her confined to smallness?
| Carolina De Robertis, Cantoras
I've known supreme happiness, and I'm not greedy enough to want what I have to go on forever. Every dream ends. Wouldn't it be foolish, knowing that nothing lasts forever, to insist that one has a right to do something that does? [...] but, if eternity existed, it would be this moment.
| Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow
“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.”
— Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
"If you grew up in a family with a certain amount of dysfunction, and a certain amount of non-relating, and you had to accommodate other people's emotional needs, other people's dysfunction, their mental illness, their addictions, in a way, to get a minimal level of your emotional needs met, or having a relationship required denying certain parts of yourself just to get to a place of engaging with a loved one or family member. Chances are you took this style [...] of being overly focused on others and are unable to stay grounded and true to your own experience of a Self."
∆ Alan Robarge, Healing Codependency is More Than Self-Love
Maybe it is a making up. Each generation has a kind of love. Some of it's really tough. What my grandmother thought was love of her children was really staying alive for them.
What my mother thought was love of her children was to get a better place, maybe get enough money to send you to college if you wanted to.
What I thought was love of my children was giving them the maximum amount of freedom, setting an example of how you could make choices in your life.
| Toni Morrison
You stayed around your children as long as you could, inhaling the ambient gold shavings of their childhood, and at the last minute you tried to see them off into life and hoped that the little piece of time you’d given them was enough to prevent them from one day feeling lonely and afraid and hopeless. You wouldn’t know the outcome for a long time.
| Meg Wolitzer, The Ten-Year Nap