I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.
We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.
If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.
Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.
Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?
Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be.
How one can live without being able to judge oneself, criticize what one has accomplished, and still enjoy what one does, is unimaginable to me.
What I have always wanted for myself is much more primitive. It is probably nothing more than the affection of the people with whom I am in contact, and their good opinion of me.
Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.
How can one know anything at all about people?
Things are not as we would like them to be. There is only one way to deal with it, namely to try and be all right oneself.
Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.
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