I adore my life: it is filled with so much true poetry, fine feelings, things many have no idea about. I despise my life, which, being rich, allowed itself to be crammed into the confines of conventions. Between these two opinions pulsates my soul always longing for beauty and good.

Let's not beat around the bush; I love life — that's my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.

I’ve lived a life that’s full

Our "love for life" is always, in some way, unrequited love.... Life does not care about us; it does not even know about our particular circumstances. Contrary to what is said, life gives nothing for free, and everything we manage to obtain is snatched away from us. Life does not need us, but we chase after it, we humiliate ourselves, we beg and accept everything it makes us go through, even the greatest sufferings. Many are capable of the worst moral acts just to preserve their own lives a bit more.... To those who ask, "But, do you not love life?" we should answer, in a poetic way: "Of course I love life; I always did. I always wanted to live, but it is life that does not let me live, that limits me, that hurts me, that makes me ill and destroys me. It is not me who does not want to live, because life is everything I always wanted. I wanted to build things, but life demolished everything I built; I wanted to love others, but life killed everyone I loved. Do not say that I do not love life; it is life that does not love me, that does not love anybody."

I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

I've always loved life. Those who love life can never adapt, undergo, be commanded. Who loves life is always with the rifle at the window to defend life ... A human being who adapts, who suffers, who makes himself commanded, is not a human being.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

I've lived and loved.

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can.

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can get.

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.

Our common lust for life.

I have always been unsatisfied with life as most people live it. Always I want to live more richly and intensely.