One believes that if nothing happens, one disappears. That is not true.
Nothingness not being nothing, nothingness being emptiness.
My limits will be better marked. Both the limits I will set, and my own limits.
Life has brought me work to do on myself these past two years.
In love, one should simplify, choose persons worthy of their promises and leave them if they don't keep them.
If I had not passed through trial - through passion, one could say - through these years so painful and so rich, I don't believe I could take on my life and my career as I do today.
There has already been the karmic work: that what life has transformed in me, this initiation brought on, of necessity, by trials.
I've suffered too much to hide my feelings.
One can not love without opening oneself, and opening oneself, that's taking the risk of suffering. One does not have control.
One is never ready for success. It consecrates and looses you at the same time.
Passion is all but soft, it's not tender, it's violence to which you get hooked by pleasure.
There are people who never experience that, who remain closed until death, from fear of change.
There has also been much love, joy, evidence of admiration, there has never been one without the other.
To change, that is the most difficult thing to accomplish.
To leave in search of yourself, of your real needs, is easier when you don't have to justify yourself to anyone, when there are not too many people bestowing you their attention.