The fear is not real, Dil Bahadur; it is only in your mind, like all other things. Our thoughts form what we believe to be reality.
Isabel AllendeHow many times have I told you not to believe everything you hear? Seek truth for yourself.
Isabel AllendeTags: truth
Of all fragrances, the sweetest is that of virtue.
Isabel AllendeTags: virtue
He knew that her body was his to engage in all the acrobatics he had learned in the books he kept hidden in a corner of his library, but with Clara even the most abominable contortions were like the thrashings of a newborn; it was impossible to spice them up with the salt of evil or the pepper of submission.
Isabel AllendeShe had been born to cradle other people's children, wear their hand-me-down clothing, eat their leftovers, live on borrowed happiness and grief, grow old beneath other people's roofs, die one day in her miserable little room in the far courtyard in a bed that did not belong to her, and be buried in a common grave in the public cemetery.
Isabel AllendeWishes and fears are illusions, Dil Bahadur, not realities. You must practice detachment.
Isabel AllendeAffection is like the noonday sun; it does not need the presence of another to be manifest.
Isabel AllendeTags: affection
But I don't want more things than I need, either.
Isabel Allendeأخشى ما أخشاهأن أصاب بالصمم,وألا أتمكن من سماع الصمت. فأنا مقضي عليّ دون الصمت.
Isabel AllendeLa Lowell wanted nothing; she lived for the day, unfettered, free, fearless; she wasn't afraid of poverty, loneliness, or infirmity. She accepted everything with good grace; for her, life was an entertaining voyage that inevitably led to old age and death. There was no point in accumulating wealth since in the end, she maintained, we all go to the grave in our birthday suit.
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