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384476a
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They smiled at each other. His smile, even at night was dazzling; hers, too. They could scarcely distinguish anything but the brilliant smiles and the outlines of their perfect bodies.
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Anaïs Nin |
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1d04fcd
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She is bizarre, fantastic, nervous, like someone in a high fever. Her beauty drowned me. As I sat before her, I felt I would do anything she asked of me. Henry suddenly faded. She was color and brilliance and strangeness. By the end of the evening I had extricated myself from her power. She killed my admiration by her talk. Her talk. The enormous ego, false, weak, posturing. She
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Anaïs Nin |
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5ea2014
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Once a month, the moonstorm. Dust in the eyes and ghosts in the veins. The blood of woman is spilling and all the strength ebbs away.
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Anaïs Nin |
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1649239
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Now, his hair is white and he no longer understands anyone's need to love, for he has lost everything, not to love, but to his games of love; and when you love as a game, you lose everything, as he lost his home and wife, and now he clings to me, afraid of loss, afraid of solitude.
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books
book-quotes-book
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26459a7
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I am sure you would not understand if I told you my father is delightfully clear and selfish, tender and lying, formal and incurable. He exhausts all the loves given to him. If I did not leave his house at night to warm myself in Rango's burning hands I would die at my task, arid and barren, sapless, while my father monologues about his past, and I yawn yawn yawn...
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books
book-quotes
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5855ae6
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What does it mean that you have not written me?... Am I a dream to you, am I not real and warm for you? What new loves, new ecstasies, new impulses move you now?
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Anaïs Nin |
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865b4fc
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You sought to preserve your creative instincts and what would nourish them. But neurosis itself does not nourish the artist, you know; he creates in spite of it, out of anything, any material given to him. The torments and hells of [crazy men], are not for you.
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nourishment-of-soul
diary
instincts
artist
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Anaïs Nin |
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f484a56
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This openness, which is closed again as soon as we face a partial relationship, the one who understands only one part of us, is the miraculous openess which takes place in whole love.
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Anaïs Nin |
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8c6d37b
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Each one of us possesses in himself a separate and distinct city, a unique city, as we possess different aspects of the same person.
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Anaïs Nin |
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0677e39
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l 'stTy` 'n 'kwn wthq@ mn 'y Hdth 'w 'y mkn , wHdh `zlty 'n mt'kd@ mnh
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Anaïs Nin |
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b68e62d
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Awareness hurts. Relationships hurts. Life hurts. But to float, to drift, to live in the dream does not hurt.
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Anaïs Nin |
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3fd42cf
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Introspection does not need to be a still life. It can be an active alchemy.
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psychological
philosophical
thoughtful
introspection
psychology
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Anaïs Nin |
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9b3c09c
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'bdw mjhd@ , `Sby@ , 'Sr` mn 'jl lHb fy `lm mly blkhrb .. 'yn h~ lmsrt , msrty ?
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Anaïs Nin |
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0f78c80
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No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.
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books
book-quotes
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Anaïs Nin |
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8e8602d
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l yzl ldyW m 'stTy` ktmnh .. nny 'khfy `n ljmy` lm`rf@ lkml@ `n nfsy
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Anaïs Nin |
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b68520e
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sm`t lkhfqn lnbDt qlby , sm`t wq` khTwt 'Hlmy , wknt nbD@ lzmn Dy'`@ bynhm mthl wjh lHqyq@
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Anaïs Nin |
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71db98c
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Ali Baba protects the lovers! Gives them the luck of bandits, and no guilt, for love fills certain people and expands them beyond all laws; there is no time, no place for regrets, hesitations, cowardices. Love runs free and reckless, and all the gentle trickeries perpetrated to protect others from its burns-those who are not the lovers but who might be the victims of this love's expansion.
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books
book-quotes
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Anaïs Nin |
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0c91fe2
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Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel.
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books
book-quotes
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Anaïs Nin |
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5bafcd7
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Paul, Paul, this is the claim you never made, the fervor you never showed. You were so cool and light, so elusive, and I never felt you encircling me and claiming possession. Rango is saying all the words I wanted to hear you say. You never came close to me, even while taking me. You took me as men take foreign women in distant countries whose language they cannot speak. You took me in silence and strangeness.
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books
book-quotes
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Anaïs Nin |
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c5a2442
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yhdhdny Swt lm wkhfqn lHws lbTy wlHrk@ lrqyq@ llHryr
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Anaïs Nin |
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50a9483
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Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wanted to assert itself in action.
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books
book-quotes
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Anaïs Nin |
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51c6883
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sons perdidos a procura de perdidas cores. corto o ar e nado atraves de quartos sem paredes
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Anaïs Nin |
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bb77326
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There are things one reads that make you aware that you have lived nothing, felt nothing, experienced nothing up to that time. How can i begin to feel - to feel? I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me.
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Anaïs Nin |
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1f44706
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'sh`r wk'nh qd Hkm `lyW bqdr mshw'wm hw 'n 'kwn mtfrj@ fqT
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Anaïs Nin |
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823e4dc
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One does not learn to suffer less but to dodge pain.
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suffering
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Anaïs Nin |
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43a3dbc
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the discovery of each other brings a kind of peace, because it brings the certitude that we are right. We are stronger together ... we will have less doubts." This seemed deeply true, yet I wonder if it is good to ally similarities, one agreeing with the other, as twins might, so that this might give an illusion of balance, reassure us about our orientation, or whether we should seek this by contrast with others," --
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Anaïs Nin |
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f160293
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I gave him the one thing June cannot give him: honesty. I am so ready to admit what a supremely developed ego would not admit: that June is a terrifying and inspiring character who makes every other woman insipid, that I would live her life except for my compassion and my conscience, that she may destroy Henry the man, but Henry the writer is more enriched by ordeals than by peace.
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Anaïs Nin |
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3e46bf8
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Literature, the ultimate gift for expressing the most subtle aspects of man's thought and feeling, may not survive persecution: first by religion, then by the bourgeoisie, then by Marxism, and now by commercialism. The
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Anaïs Nin |
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bfe5560
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h 'n 'Tfw mn jdyd . kl lHqy'q , kl lklmt , kl lSwr , wkl ltnbw't tHwm fwqy wtDll b`Dh
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Anaïs Nin |
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9037fb1
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I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.
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pain
wept
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Anaïs Nin |
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b5289bc
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I am most deeply concerned over a trend toward conformity, a growth of anti-intellectualism, which manifests itself in a sneering attitude toward education, science, and the arts. The tendency is to stifle mental freedom, which is the very basis of a democracy's life and growth.
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Anaïs Nin |
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a61f451
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The origin of illness may be in the past, but the virulent crisis must be dynamically tackled. I believe in attacking the core of the illness, through its present symptoms, quickly, directly. The past is a labyrinth. One does not have to step into it and move step by step through every turn and twist. The past reveals itself instantly, in today's fever or abscess of the soul.
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madness
past-and-present
neurosis
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Anaïs Nin |
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41d93aa
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The more hunger, the greater the desires, like those of men in prison, wild and haunting. So we had here a perfect world in which to grow the flower of eroticism. Of course, if you get too hungry, too continuously, you become a bum, a tramp.
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Anaïs Nin |
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5b89289
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Golconda remained a city where the wind was like velvet, where the sun was made of radium, and the sea as warm as a mother's womb.
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Anaïs Nin |
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ff18256
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Believing in the danger which sprang from objects as well as people, which dress, which shoes, which coat demanded less of her panicked heart and body? For a costume was a challenge too, a discipline, a trap which once adopted could influence the actor.
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Anaïs Nin |
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db84e86
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For our anxiety is the one thing we cannot place on the shoulders of others, it suffocates them.
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Anaïs Nin |
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82c0a7c
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more damaging was his conviction that we live by a series of repetitions until the experience is solved, understood, liquidated...
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Anaïs Nin |
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d2ca55f
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thm@ shrkh fy rw'yty , wswf yZl ljnwn ytdfq mn khllh
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Anaïs Nin |
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53c1462
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Now the evening is beginning and I will discover a human being to court or to be courted by, an adventure with caprice and desire, and while gambling I might find love.
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Anaïs Nin |
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d5aa040
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lm '`rf fy kyny Gyr lkrb , lkrb `l~ shy Dy'`
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Anaïs Nin |
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758c410
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The dawn! The dawn, I repeated. Henry thought it was the dawn itself which was a new experience. I could not explain what I felt. It was the first time I had not felt the compulsion to escape; it was the first time I had abandoned myself to fraternity, exchange, confessions, without feeling suddenly the need to take flight. All night I had stayed there, without experiencing that abrupt end to fusion, that sudden and painful consciousness of..
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Anaïs Nin |
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d8cd3c6
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I gave away my mystery, knowing I shouldn't, yet incapable of anything else.
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Anaïs Nin |
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e0023c5
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I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for so many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.
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Anaïs Nin |
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410fb24
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Anais: 'I made a note to ask you why I am obsessed with a few persons only. Why are my devotions so concentrated on a few people? I do not spread out as Henry does.' Dr. Allendy: 'Yes, exactly, it is a bad sign. You do not really confide in many people, then they do not know you, and then you quickly surmise they do not understand and love you. On the few people you feel connected with, you pour a lavish devotion. This must cease. In love, ..
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Anaïs Nin |