Truth has not such an urgent air.
I am what I feel and think and do.
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter - - - for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. . . . Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
Even his highly emotional Italian mother didn't believe that true love could blossom overnight. Like his brothers and sisters-in-law, she wanted nothing more for him than to marry and start a family, but if he showed up at her doorstep and said that he'd met someone two days ago and knew she was the one for him, his mother would smack him with a broom, curse in Italian, and drag him to church, sure that he had some serious sins that needed confessing.
I would love to do more movies. I'd like to get into some theater, too, if I could, just to learn more. I want to do gritty performances that I'm proud of. It doesn't matter to me if four people see it or millions of people see it, as long as I perform in such a way that people go, 'Wow!
I see no reason for painting anything that can be put into any other form as well.
The unmarried woman seldom escapes a widowhood of the spirit. There is sure to be some one, parent, brother, sister, friend, more comfortable to her than the day, with whom her life is so entwined that the wrench of parting leaves a torn void never entirely healed or filled.