You cannot find peace by avoiding life. Votes: 14
It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly. Votes: 14
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others. Votes: 0
With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life. Votes: 0
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman. Votes: 0
Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time. Votes: 0
I prefer men to cauliflowers Votes: 0
I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart? Votes: 0
It is useless to read Greek in translation; translators can but offer us a vague equivalent. Votes: 0
Language is wine upon the lips. Votes: 0
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us. Votes: 0
We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print. Votes: 0
How remorseless life is! Votes: 0
In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us Votes: 0
I do not believe that gifts, whether of mind or character, can be weighed like sugar and butter Votes: 0
If you drink the good wine of the noble countess, you have to entertain her less desirable friends. Votes: 0
Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing? Votes: 0
To love makes one solitary. Votes: 0
First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. Votes: 0
And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of treesand changing leaves. Votes: 0
Life stand still here. Votes: 0
I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd. Votes: 0
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top. Votes: 0
A writer should give direct certainty; explanations are so much water poured into the wine. Votes: 0
All artists need a room of their own Votes: 0
All extremes are dangerous. Votes: 0
Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning? Votes: 0
As a woman, I have no country Votes: 0
As I grow old I hate the writing of letters more and more, and like getting them better and better. Votes: 0
Books are the mirrors of the soul. Votes: 0
Fear no more, says the heart... Votes: 0
For nothing was simply one thing. Votes: 0
For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn... Votes: 0
Happily, at forty-six I still feel as experimental and on the verge of getting at the truth as ever. Votes: 0
How can I express the darkness? Votes: 0
How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger? Votes: 0
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words. Votes: 0
I am rooted, but I flow. Votes: 0
I have had my vision. Votes: 0
I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me. Votes: 0
I was so pleased and excited by your letter that I trotted about all day like a puppy with a bone. Votes: 0
I'm not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness. Votes: 0
Intimacy is a difficult art ... Votes: 0
It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals. Votes: 0
It is probable that both in life and in art the values of a woman are not the values of a man. Votes: 0
Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections. Votes: 0
Life's bare as a bone. Votes: 0
Love had a thousand shapes. Votes: 0
loveliness is infernally sad. Votes: 0
Marvelous are the innocent. Votes: 0
My notion's to think of the human beings first and let the abstract ideas take care of themselves. Votes: 0
No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes Votes: 0
Oh, I am in love with life! Votes: 0
One must love everything. Votes: 0
Ransack the language as he might, words failed him. He wanted another landscape, and another tongue. Votes: 0
Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person. Votes: 0
Soup is cuisines kindest course Votes: 0
Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day Votes: 0
Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. Votes: 0
Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes. Votes: 0
The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man. Votes: 0
The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl. Votes: 0
The poet is always our contemporary. Votes: 0
The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process. Votes: 0
Theories then are dangerous things. Votes: 0
Thinking is my fighting. Votes: 0
To be caught happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes. Votes: 0
to teach without zest is a crime. Votes: 0
Tragedies come in the hungry hours. Votes: 0
Use words that soak up life. Votes: 0
War is not women's history. Votes: 0
We insist, it seems, on living. Votes: 0
What a lark! What a plunge! Votes: 0
When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darknessI am nothing. Votes: 0
When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they? Votes: 0
Women alone stir my imagination ... Votes: 0
Words belong to each other. Votes: 0