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I shall live on dreams because reality is too cruel for me. I think I shall be the kind of person that nobody understands.

and only when I have nothing to do do I write and devour books, in the idle moments that follow hours well spent.

But wait until the summer comes, the freedom to recreate new dreams, the peace and quiet, with no other roof than clouds over your head, no thoughts of how to spend money, how to dress, how to exercise.

If I can suffer deeply, then drive away my sorrow, if I can dream, relive my emotions, come out of ecstasy only to fall into confusion and puzzlement, and learn to love yet another poet, as I did today—then I won’t regret that day!

Perhaps my feelings are absurd, I think so and I shall stop. All that makes me feel like crying and I contain myself only with great difficulty. I can’t explain this state of mind.

Only my heart can explain how I feel, my pen cannot do it.

If I can suffer deeply, then drive away my sorrow, if I can dream, relive my emotions, come out of ecstasy only to fall into confusion and puzzlement, and learn to love yet another poet, as I did today—then I won’t regret that day!

This is the hour I love best, the hour when so often I write my Diary. Twilight. At twilight my heart melts into the heart of nature. The calmness, the softness, the mystic beauty of it penetrate into my very being like the sweet notes of a poem or a song.

I shall live on dreams because reality is too cruel for me. I think I shall be the kind of person that nobody understands.

I don’t aspire to anything, I just want to be allowed to think and contemplate the landscape and to be left to read in peace, that’s the truth. I prefer not to think unless I am alone. When I am alone I read, I think and I write.

a long white silk dress trimmed with lace, short sleeves, a long string of pearls, and over all, a long sky-blue coat with white fur trimming fastened across the bosom by a wide band of diamonds.

If I didn’t dream so much, I would never have thought of that, but everything beautiful appears in my dreams, and love is so beautiful!

I shall live on dreams because reality is too cruel for me. I think I shall be the kind of person that nobody understands.

But wait until the summer comes, the freedom to recreate new dreams, the peace and quiet, with no other roof than clouds over your head, no thoughts of how to spend money, how to dress, how to exercise.

But wait until the summer comes, the freedom to recreate new dreams, the peace and quiet, with no other roof than clouds over your head, no thoughts of how to spend money, how to dress, how to exercise.

when evening comes, I think, and when I think—I weep.

When I read a book, I discuss it with myself, I criticize it, find its faults, its qualities, and I begin to think about things that are so deep that I get lost, get tired, and I don’t understand myself any more.

If I tried to write, I would only be an ornament to those I love.

each smile is another tear distilled in my soul until those pearls of bitterness overflow onto these pages, where they remain.

I think there is no one who understands the sadness in my soul.

Sometimes I have feelings that I can’t explain, impulses that I can’t control, impressions that I can’t sort out, dreams, thoughts that are different from everything that has gone before.