The more you tell me to wait, the more I want to start running.
I’m never really alone. I’d have to forget about everything and everyone to be completely alone.
I’m addicted to sunlight. As I am to every pleasurable thing in life like hugs, coffee and kisses.
The best way to get over an obsession is to get fixated onto something else. Preferably, something more pleasurable or of quicker gratification than the previous obsession.
I’ll leave my dreams on the wayside to fall in love with yours for a while. Then, I’ll pick up mine and keep going.
If something is irrational and crazy but pleasant, I’ll probably want to do it.
Is there anything better than having a moment of complete self-abandonment, as if possessed?
Yes, I’m imperfect and vulnerable and sometimes afraid, but I’ve learned that is OK.
“Fantasy is so much more pleasant than reality, and since most people don’t have the power or courage to create such a world, they enjoy being around those who do.” – Robert Greene.
My inner child devilishly enjoys this thought very much.
“Voilà, ma petite Amélie, vous n’avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vous cogner à la vie. Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c’est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette.” – Raymond Dufayel in Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain.
Women are narcissists, in love with the charms of their own sex.
You can tell whatever you want about consumerism, but it’s almost religious what sexy shoes do for a woman’s self-esteem.
There’s nothing grownup about jammies.