My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.
People talk about love as if it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers.
the nice thing about really intelligent people is that when you talk with them they make you feel intelligent too ...
I had the feeling . . . that my experience was very different from other people’s. (Are we all under this illusion?)
Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?
If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.
People talk about love as though it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. And a lot of people give love like that -- just dump it down on top of you, a useless strong-scented burden.
people talk about 'sex' as though it hopped about by itself, like a frog!
Too many people, too many demands, too much to do; competent, busy, hurrying people - It just isn't living at all.
I do not like talking casually to people - it does not interest me - and most of them are unwilling to talk at all seriously.
People don't want to be understood - I mean not completely. It's too destructive. Then they haven't anything left. They don't want complete sympathy or complete understanding. They want to be treated carelessly and taken for granted lots of times.