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What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.
From Henry & June
Topic: Happiness
Anais Nin
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What I cannot love, I overlook.
Topic: Love
Anais Nin
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Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Topic: Death, Love
Anais Nin
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Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Anais Nin
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Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
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Living never wore one so much as the effort not to live.
Anais Nin
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One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.
Anais Nin
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
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Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
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Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Topic: Love
Anais Nin
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I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
Anais Nin
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Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
Anais Nin
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We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
Anais Nin
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Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
Anais Nin
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Dreams are necessary to life.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.
From Henry & June
Topic: Happiness
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
What I cannot love, I overlook.
Topic: Love
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Topic: Death, Love
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Living never wore one so much as the effort not to live.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Topic: Love
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Dreams are necessary to life.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.
From Henry & June
Topic: Happiness
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
What I cannot love, I overlook.
Topic: Love
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Topic: Death, Love
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Living never wore one so much as the effort not to live.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Topic: Love
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
Anais Nin
NOT YET RATED
Dreams are necessary to life.
Topic: Life
Anais Nin