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f9eb9fd
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I love your silences, they are like mine.
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Anaïs Nin |
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1082af8
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At night too, she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness. As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: let him be kind.
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Anaïs Nin |
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7048784
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I palliate the sufferings of others. yes I see myself as softening the blows, dissolving acids, neutralizing poisons, every moment of the day. I try to fulfill the wishes of others, to perform miracles. I exert myself performing miracles.
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Anaïs Nin |
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959815e
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At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.
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beckoned
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Anaïs Nin |
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401283e
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I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find its way into my blood and make it rise.
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Anaïs Nin |
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cc51974
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She lacks the core of sureness, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on reflections of herself in others' eyes. She does not dare to be herself.
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personality
beauty
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Anaïs Nin |
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060df3e
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My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea, and my eyes are the color of water.
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Anaïs Nin |
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8d71ee5
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There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned,
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Anaïs Nin |
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60b3905
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She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies, strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts.
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Anaïs Nin |
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dcc0d20
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There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite. When men accept the sensitive side of themselves, they come alive.
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masculinity
gender
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Anaïs Nin |
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c14e024
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A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.
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writing
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Anaïs Nin |
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f063229
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Don't wait for it," I said. "Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me."
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Anaïs Nin |
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b0cd181
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She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost, she had walked into pure chaos, and not a chaos which carried her like the galloping of romantic riders in operas and legends, but which suddenly revealed the stage props: a papier-mache horse.
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Anaïs Nin |
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c563cda
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I want to run out and kiss her fantastic beauty, kiss it and say, "You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You will always be part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we have shared at some time the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage."
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Anaïs Nin |
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ba8e3c9
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There are books which we read early in life, which sink into our consciousness and seem to disappear without leaving a trace. And then one day we find, in some summing-up of our life and put attitudes towards experience, that their influence has been enormous.
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reading
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Anaïs Nin |
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9602cb2
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I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.
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surreal
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Anaïs Nin |
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b47b18d
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June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never again know who I am, what I am, what I love, what I want. Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me. You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you. When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You are the woman I want to be. I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel compassion for your chi..
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madness
lovers
love
lesbian-lgbt
sincerity
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Anaïs Nin |
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8b0167e
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Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.
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Anaïs Nin |
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a850987
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I believe that in judging our actions we are more severe than professional judges. We judge not only our actions, but our thoughts, our intentions, our secret curses, our hidden hate.
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Anaïs Nin |
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6e20421
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words carry colors and sounds into the flesh
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Anaïs Nin |
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e884498
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There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.
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perfection
romance
nin
skin
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Anaïs Nin |
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83b6dd6
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Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.
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words
passion
sensuality
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Anaïs Nin |
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2fca1ce
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He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.
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Anaïs Nin |
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a07db95
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I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.
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Anaïs Nin |
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2e5e32f
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You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams...
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Anaïs Nin |
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57bcd1a
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The writer is the duelist who never fights at the stated hour, who gathers up an insult, like another curious object, a collector's item, spreads it out on his desk later, and then engages in a duel with it verbally. Some people call it weakness. I call it postponement. What is weakness in the man becomes a quality in the writer. For he preserves, collects what will explode later in his work. That is why the writer is the loneliest man in t..
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writer
writing
passivity
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Anaïs Nin |
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222fee6
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But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.
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Anaïs Nin |
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0494705
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The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.
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living
self
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Anaïs Nin |
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d9f7f8d
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he made me understand something very important. Whether because I am a Latin, or because I am a neurotic, I have a need of gestures. I am myself expressive, demonstrative; every feeling I have takes on expression: words, gestures, signs, letters, articulateness or action. I need this in others.
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Anaïs Nin |
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faa2584
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How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?... I never feel the four walls around the substance of the self, the core. I feel only space. Illimitable space.
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Anaïs Nin |
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8b4c5c8
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I have no fear of God, and yet fear keeps me awake at night,fear of the devil. And if I believe in the devil, I must believe in God. And if evil is abhorrent to me, I must be a saint. Henry, save me from beatification, from the horrors of static perfection. Precipitate me into the inferno.
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Anaïs Nin |
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ba39984
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I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end. We all lose some of our faith under the oppression of mad leaders, insane history, pathologic cruelties of daily life. I am by nature always beginning and believing and so I find your company more fruitful than that of, say, Edmund Wilson, who asserts his opinions, beliefs, and knowledge as the ultimate verity. Older people fall into rigid patterns. Curiosity, risk, explorat..
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Anaïs Nin |
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9403314
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Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress my hairdresser, my make-up, it will work the same way. They do not conceive of the witchcraft that is needed. They do not know that I am not beautiful but that I only appear to be at certain moments.
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Anaïs Nin |
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58bc663
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During the nuit blanche I think: Henry, my love, I can love you better now that you cannot hurt me. I can love you more gaily. More loosely. I can endure space and distance and betrayals. Only the best, the best and the strongest. Henry, my love, the wanderer, the artist, the faithless one who has loved me so well. Believe me, nothing has changed in me toward you except my courage. I cannot walk with one love ever. My head is strong, my hea..
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Anaïs Nin |
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aa82aa6
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How do I look to him?" she asked herself. She got up and brought a long mirror towards the window. She stood it on the floor against a chair. Then she sat down in front of it on the rug and, facing it, slowly opened her legs. The sight was enchanting. The skin was flawless, the vulva, roseate and full. She thought it was like the gum plant leaf with its secret milk that the pressure of the finger could bring out, the odorous moisture that c..
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delta-of-venus
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Anaïs Nin |
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504b560
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If I fall asleep, it is because I am overloaded. I sleep because one hour with Henry contains five years of my life, and one phrase, one caress answers the expectations of a hundred nights. When I hear him laugh, I say, "I have heard Rabelais.". And I swallow his laughter like bread and wine."
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Anaïs Nin |
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0f49295
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At sixteen, Sabina took moon baths, first of all, because everyone else took sun baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous.
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Anaïs Nin |
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1b342b0
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We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.
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Anaïs Nin |
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ec0244f
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I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips between his fingers. You cannot posses without loving.
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love
genius-separateness
genius
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Anaïs Nin |
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f6049d6
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Wherever there is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.
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inspirational
shadows
shadow
shadow-series
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Anaïs Nin |
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cfd1b4f
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I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife.
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Anaïs Nin |
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0a8af1d
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I feel that from the very beginning life played a terrible conjurer's trick on me. I lost faith in it. It seems to me that every moment now it is playing tricks on me. So that when I hear love I am not sure it is love, and when I hear gaiety I am not sure it is gaiety, and when I have eaten and loved and I am all warm from wine, I am not sure it is either love or food or wine, but a strange trick being played on me, an illusion, slippery an..
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Anaïs Nin |
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34fb197
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We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.
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Anaïs Nin |
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b517676
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Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death
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Anaïs Nin |