“At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.”
“And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.”
“It almost contradicts itself," she says after a moment. "It's as if there is love and loss at the same time, together in a kind of beautiful pain.”
“Drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity.”
“My plight has given me a strange kind of wealth, the most important kind. I value each moment that is not spent in pain, desperation, hunger, thirst, or loneliness.”
“Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.”