He was pretty thoroughly bewildered; he had come home, a jubilant prodigal, expecting to find everybody wild with joy over his return; and instead had got the cold shoulder and a jail. The promise and the fulfilment differed so widely that the effect was stunning; he could not decide whether it was most tragic or most grotesque. He felt much as a man might who had danced blithely out to enjoy a rainbow, and got struck by lightning.
I suppose that when he points the barrel of the gun to his forehead, the suicide victim may feel for a moment what may be about to happen is what I felt in that moment: a feeling of curiosity.
We must never judge other people's lives, because every person knows only their pain and renounce. It is one thing to feel you're on the right path, another to think it is your only one.
To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.
To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development. To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.
Mischief Managed!
One always loves what harms one.
You don't find the truth, she finds you.
The other day they asked me to leave on of their places of worship as I was wearing a sleeveless dress - she explained sadly.
Apparently the Almighty doesn't like my arms even if he created them.
Sooner or later in life everyone discovers that perfect happiness is unrealizable, but there are few who stop to consider the antithesis; that perfect unhappiness is equally unattainable.