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Anxiety is love's greatest... Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic. 
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Do not seek the... Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
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Each friend represents a... Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
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Life is a process... Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
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Life shrinks or expands... Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.
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Love never dies a... Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. 
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Man can never know... Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her. 
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People living deeply have... People living deeply have no fear of death.
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The only abnormality is... The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
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The personal life deeply... The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
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There came a time... There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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Throw your dreams into... Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
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We do not grow... We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
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We travel, some of... We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
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What can I do... What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.
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What I cannot love,... What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship? 
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When we blindly adopt... When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
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