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3ccc874
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I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add the sum of me to her. She will be June plus all that I contain.
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Anais Nin |
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ebda64e
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And sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out, which is your feeling for her beyond knowledge, or in spite of knowledge. I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon. What will you do after you have revealed all there is to know about June? Truth. What ferocity in your quest of it..
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magic
science
love
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Anais Nin |
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ba9be62
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Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character of men better.
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Anaïs Nin |
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c38ec82
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The drug of love was no escape, for in its coils lie latent dreams of greatness which awaken when men and women fecundate each other deeply. Something is always born of man and woman lying together and exchanging the essences of their lives. Some seed is always carried and opened in the soil of passion. The fumes of desire are the womb of man's birth and often in the drunkeness of caresses history is made, and science, and philosophy. For a..
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Anaïs Nin |
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4211a26
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We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.
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philosophy
psychology
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Anaïs Nin |
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d4c4ff4
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison, was the miracle.
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inspirational
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Anaïs Nin |
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2f875a1
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Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.
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Anaïs Nin |
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2a9dbdb
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Again I take a taxi to Clichy address, but feel that I do not want to go on loving Henry more actively than he loves me (having realized that nobody will ever love me in that overabundant, overexpressive, overthoughtful, overhuman way I love people), and so I will wait for him. So I ask taxi driver to drop me at the Galeries Lafayette, where I begin to look for a new hat and to shop for Christmas. Pride? I don't know. A kind of wise retreat..
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Anaïs Nin |
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edb2156
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I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.
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writing
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Anaïs Nin |
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ea02eac
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The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.
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realism
destruction
creation
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Anaïs Nin |
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6514a73
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Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
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Anaïs Nin |
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7294cd2
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Living never wore one so much as the effort not to live.
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inspirational
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Anais Nin |
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07459fe
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What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.
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Anaïs Nin |
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94ddd94
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I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.
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Anaïs Nin |
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11fd609
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His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.
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Anais Nin |
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e2f6f69
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I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not love me. One ought not to love the moon. If you come too near me, I will hurt you.
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love
moon
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Anaïs Nin |
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b1f42be
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Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? It terrifies me. Do women act thus? Does June go to Henry when she wants him? Does she mount him? Does she wait for him? He guides my inexperienced hands. It is like a forest fire, to be with him. New places of my body are aroused and burnt. He is i..
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Anais Nin |
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6ec8531
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Things I forgot to tell you: That I love you, and that when I awake in the morning I use my intelligence to discover more ways of appreciating you. That when June comes back she will love you more because I have loved you. There are new leaves on the tip and climax of your already overrich head. That I love you. That I love you. That I love you. I have become an idiot like Gertrude Stein. That's what love does to intelligent women. They can..
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Anaïs Nin |
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31dbc37
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For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really trying to avoid the final issue -- that I had to do the job myself.
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feminism
inspirational
independent
muse
fearless
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Anaïs Nin |
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fdeeb04
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It is true that I create over and over again the same difficulties for myself in order to struggle over and over again to master them [but] to continually struggle against the and to continually fail to dominate it brings a feeling of frustration and a kind of paralysis. What is necessary to life, to livingness, is to move on, in other words to move from one kind of problem to another.
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Anaïs Nin |
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c7ec0cf
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You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.
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Anaïs Nin |
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df7a341
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And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who never feels he must respond to the impulses he arouses.
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arousal
cat
delta-of-venus
desire
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Anaïs Nin |
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6e7a70e
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The secret of a full life is to live and relate to others as if they might not be there tomorrow, as if you might not be there tomorrow. It eliminates the vice of procrastination, the sin of postponement, failed communications, failed communions. This thought has made me more and more attentive to all encounters. meetings, introductions, which might contain the seed of depth that might be carelessly overlooked. This feeling has become a rar..
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Anaïs Nin |
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61f3771
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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, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.
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Anaïs Nin |
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8ea5dc4
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The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our hearts to cut life into separate and final portions; the pain of this constant ambivalence and interrelation of emotions; the hunger for frontiers against which we might learn as upon closed doors before we proceed forward; the struggle against diffusion, new beginnings, against finality in acts without finality or end, in our cursedly repercussive being..
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Anaïs Nin |
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d5520d8
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I only feel close to people who arouse my energy, who make enormous demands of me, who are capable of enriching me with experience, pain, people who do not doubt my courage, or my toughness. People who do not believe me naive or innocent, but who challenge my keenest wisdom, who have the courage to treat me like a woman in spite of the fact that they are aware of my vulnerability.
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Anaïs Nin |
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29309b9
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To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice.
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Anaïs Nin |
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c8a99e9
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A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words, that he could never say the magic phrase which would open her being.
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Anaïs Nin |
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57d28f3
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Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavor, rhythms, intensities. "You do not know what you are missing by your micro-scopic..
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delta-of-venus
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Anaïs Nin |
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f204174
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The other night we talked about literature's elimination of the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated "dose" of life. I said, almost indignantly, "That's the danger of it, it prepares you to live, but at the same time, it exposes you to disappointments because it gives a heightened concept of living, it leaves out the dull or stagnant moments. You, in your books, also have a heightened rhythm, and a sequence of events so packed w..
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writing
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Anaïs Nin |
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e1ed680
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Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.
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Anaïs Nin |
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5b9ccb0
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In art, in history man fights his fears, he wants to live forever, he is afraid of death, he wants to work with other men, he wants to live forever. He is like a child afraid of death. The child is afraid of death, of darkness, of solitude. Such simple fears behind all the elaborate constructions. Such simple fears as hunger for light, warmth, love. Such simple fears behind the elaborate constructions of art. Examine them all gently and qui..
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Anaïs Nin |
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6604224
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The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.
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Anaïs Nin |
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f99c6d9
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The important task of literature is to free man, not to censor him, and that is why Puritanism was the most destructive and evil force which ever oppressed people and their literature: it created hypocrisy, perversion, fears, sterility.
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literature
freedom
fear
intellectual-freedom
hypocrisy
perversion
puritanism
sterility
censorship
evil
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Anaïs Nin |
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7a91162
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It is my secrecy which makes you unhappy, my evasions, my silences. And so I have found a solution. Whenever you get desperate with my mysteries, my ambiguities, here is a set of Chinese puzzle boxes. You have always said that I was myself a Chinese puzzle box. When you are in the mood and I baffle your love of confidences, your love of openness, your love of sharing experiences, then open one of the boxes. And in it you will find a story, ..
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Anaïs Nin |
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b551a09
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You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it looks convincingly clear, too clear. And meanwhile, where are you? Not on the clear surface of your ideas, but you have already sunk deeper, into darker regions, so that one only thinks one has been given all your thoughts, one only imagines you have emptied yourself in that clarity. But there are layers and layers..
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Anaïs Nin |
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507c0e3
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The two men who have done the greatest harm to the world are Christ and Columbus. Christ taught us guilt and sacrifice, to live only in the other world, and Columbus discovered America and materialism.
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Anaïs Nin |
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6006c9c
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When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.
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Anaïs Nin |
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cbdaf86
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When I hear of people who weary of each other, I believe it is because they have sought virtues in themselves alone, attractions of physical beauty. Have they based their love on each other's thoughts? Who can weary of thoughts which change every day?
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Anaïs Nin |
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6985bb6
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I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.
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Anaïs Nin |
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5c8659f
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There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.
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surreal
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Anaïs Nin |
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6885c0b
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Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it.
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Anaïs Nin |
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63ac639
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We don't see people as they are. We see people as we are.
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Anaïs Nin |
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ab11b7b
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The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
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inspirational
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Anaïs Nin |