the extent of my innocence would be incredible to him. "for me , it can't be without love."
her role in life alone preoccupies her. I knew the reason :her beauty brings drama
she lives on reflections of self in others', she does not dare to be herself. there is no June
her gesture was not sincere, I do not believe she could love
the intensity is shattering us both (lust is hate /passion /fear; not love).
she does not like my power, whereas I take joy in submitting to her.
I am sometimes brutal, you know, but I couldn't be in front of you.
I must conquer /live. beware of being trapped in your own imaginings
I was so happy in my negligence. because I am just following all my fantasies.
anger poisons me. I love, I love , I love. writers make love to whatever they need.
as one waits for the chosen lover, the eternal one
Henry makes notes on me. he registers all I say. we are both, w different sensors. (LOL).
I could stay here all night writing you. I see you before me constantly. &I feel very humble
you seem so breakable, I am afraid to kill you
we are destined to hold 2truths.
afterwards when he is writing, he warms up, begins to dramatize &to burn.
I adore your terrifying sincerity
your voice reverberates ag my body like another kind of.. I have no power over your voice.
you reveal an amazing delicacy to me
come close to me, come closer. I promise it will be beautiful. "you keep your promise." <#
I like so much your frankness - a humility almost. I could never hurt that
I sing until it seems my singing is driving the car.
I have never known such plentitude.
we are oppressed by same fear. destined never to meet w equal feelings. ("equal" dumb!)
I tremble as I read, up to our kiss. he understands too well. (HA).
poor Henry, I feel sorry for you. you have no gratitude because you have no love.
would like 2confide 2a human what I confide 2journal. (some can't open up 2empty pg).
he wrote something about me so exact, so piercing I felt invaded in most secret being. !
he could understand my entire life, I would put all my journals in his hands. I do not fear him, he is so tender w me.
portion of me conceals a child who love to be amazed, to be taught, to be directed.
&I don't like playing the game while knowing it is a game
this hurt Fred. he dropped into a black mood. evil fascinates him.. diabolical curiosity
keep your wonderful mind
I am tormented by the desire we couldn't satisfy (NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SUN truly).
seeing people who do not interest me
I tell him things I've never entirely admitted to myself, &which I have not written in diary
not a difficult &temperamental lover.. everything in us is married.
I am sure of his love, &so I abandon self. he knows me better.
"in order2be able2think you have2risk being offensive."JBP
i am no bird; &no net ensnares me. -charlotte bronte
"never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never -in nothing, great or small, large or petty -never give in except to convictions of honor &good sense." -w. churchill. 10/28/41
the man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read. m.t
i am not afraid of storms, for i am learning how to sail my ship. -louisa may alcott
nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. persistence &determination alone are omnipotent.
i am not an extraordinary man, &i am quite ordinary. but God chose me for something quite extraordinary. -a. valladares receives '16 canterbury medal.
not failure, but low aim, is crime -james russell lowell
a genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus -mlk jr.
i don't lose any sleep at night over the potential for failure. i cannot even spell the word. -"mad dog mattis"
soft minded men always fear change -mlk jr.
it is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. the credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust &sweat &blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again &again because there is no effort without error &shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worth cause; who at the best knows in the end the trump of high achievement, &who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold &timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. -theodore roosevelt
we are what we repeatedly do. excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. -aristotle
no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. -eleanor roosevelt
i have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears &sweat. -winston churchill, 1940
i keep my ideals, because in spite of everything i still believe that people are really good at heart. -anne frank
the most courageous act is still to think for yourself. aloud. -coco chanel
art is the signature of man.
a dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it.-gk c.