Love Expands

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.

Ideally, both members of a couple in love free each other to new and different worlds.

Communication with another person — wasn’t it the realest thing in life?

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay ‘in kind’ somewhere else in life.

The collector walks with blinders on; he sees nothing but the prize. In fact, the acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty.

If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.

One learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.

The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.