I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...

...the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment..

If we are to make reality endurable, we must all nourish a fantasy or two.

In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we posess them.

Everything great in the world is done by neurotics; they alone founded our religions and created our masterpieces.

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have of them.

We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.

Desire makes everything blossom; possession makes everything wither and fade.

Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way

Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time.

The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.

It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.

Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination.

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.