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4f68290
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With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness... something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame, annihilate him, with a pleasure never known before.
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sex
romance
fever
sexy
pleasure
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Anaïs Nin |
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a939c86
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Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.
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romance
skin
eyes
pleasure
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Anaïs Nin |
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3e46e6d
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Henry's recollections of the past, in contrast to Proust, are done while in movement. He may remember his first wife while making love to a whore, or he may remember his very first love while walking the streets, traveling to see a friend; and life does not stop while he remembers. Analysis in movement. No static vivisection. Henry's daily and continuous flow of life, his sexual activity, his talks with everyone, his cafe life, his conversa..
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Anaïs Nin |
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3629606
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We are more severe judges of our own acts... We judge our thoughts, our intents, our secret curses, our secret hates, not only our acts.
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thoughts
life
truth
self
reflection
acts
severe
judgement
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Anaïs Nin |
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c5c94b0
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The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.
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Anaïs Nin |
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7496c21
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Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence."
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Anaïs Nin |
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2cbc384
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You haven't loved yet," he said. "You've only been trying to love; beginning to love. Trust alone is not love, illusion is not love, desire alone is not love. All these were paths leading you out of yourself, it is true, and so you thought they led to another, but you never reached the other. You were only on the way."
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path
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Anaïs Nin |
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421bc95
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Instead of answering her as soon as he saw her hair grow electric, her face more vivid, her eyes like lightning, her body restless and jerky like a racehorse's, he retired behind this wall of objective understanding, this gentle testing and acceptance of her, just as one watches an animal in the zoo and smiles at his antics, but is not drawn into this mood. It was this which left Lilith in a state of isolation - indeed, like a wild animal i..
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Anaïs Nin |
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9dab3f7
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I told her, "We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can't think when I am with you. You are like me, wishing for a perfect moment, but nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way. Neither one of us can say just the right thing. We are overwhelmed. Let us be overwhelmed. It is so lovely, so lovely. I love you June."
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Anaïs Nin |
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2999871
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I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had violent explosions of poetry. Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery.
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erotica
delta-of-venus
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Anaïs Nin |
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0f663b8
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He had not touched me. He did not need to. His presence had affected me in such a way that I felt as if he had caressed me for a long time.
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Anaïs Nin |
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ee38d30
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At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my illusions with analysis, science, and learning Henry's language, entering Henry's world. I wanted to destroy by violence and animalism my tenuous fantasies and illusions and my hypersensitivity. A kind of suicide. The ignominy awakened me. Then June came and answered the cravings of my imagination and saved me. Or perhaps she k..
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idealism
poetry
imagination
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Anaïs Nin |
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b81c02e
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There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two races of men and women lived on earth, the night people and the day people, never meeting face to face except at this moment.
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Anaïs Nin |
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15182f7
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We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act left to do, for what is most powerful in me is the craving for purity, greatness.
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Anaïs Nin |
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e7f1e74
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When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.
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Anaïs Nin |
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f346f4f
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The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and the artist know: magic and power lie in truth.
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Anaïs Nin |
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958735f
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It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.
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Anaïs Nin |
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bba49fd
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Will you come down and kiss me good night?
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Anaïs Nin |
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7e382e2
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I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember the first woman they idolized, the woman they could never have. The woman who aroused them romantically holds them.
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Anaïs Nin |
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baf11d7
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All I wanted was humor and wisdom.
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Anaïs Nin |
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e9e425e
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This morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.
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Anaïs Nin |
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3ae9daf
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If I did not move and dance between them the three would turn to stone, for they are passive [...] They would fall asleep if I lay still somewhere. Henry, Gonzalo, Hugh. [...] It is only my dancing, my dancing which animates them. I slide out of Gonzalo's bed like a snake. I slide out of Henry's bed. I slide out of Hugh's bed. [...] I dance untrammeled - return to each full of the space in between, that change of air. Dancing, I find my fla..
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Anaïs Nin |
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4f78742
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I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.
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Anaïs Nin |
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cf5facd
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We speak of the masculine and the feminine, but they are the wrong labels. It is really more a matter of poetry versus intellectualization.
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Anaïs Nin |
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71bca76
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Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime.
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rebellion
artists
jay
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Anaïs Nin |
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e29ac81
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I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.
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Anaïs Nin |
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d46b014
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Every gesture was one of disorder and violence, as if a lioness had come into the room.
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disorder
femme
gesture
lioness
erotica
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Anaïs Nin |
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a4fe1ef
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We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.
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Anaïs Nin |
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a8909b7
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When you trust, you are tender and delicate, but when you doubt, you are dangerous and destructive
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books
book-quotes
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Anaïs Nin |
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6a0fedc
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Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?
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Anaïs Nin |
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78bfb73
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Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver. And one thinks them insincere. Yet I want to believe her. At the same time it does not seem so very important that she should love me. It is not her role. I am so filled with my love of her. And at the same time I feel that I am dying. Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.
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Anaïs Nin |
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1c6ec91
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Through books I discovered everything to be loved, explored, visited, communed with. I was enriched and given all the blueprints to a marvelous life, I was consoled in adversity, I was prepared for both joys and sorrows, I acquired one of the most precious sources of strength of all: an understanding of human beings, insight into their motivations.
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words
literature
reading
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Anaïs Nin |
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59ef04f
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Pleasure is an attitude, not a person or place. --Diary 6, pg. 52
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Anaïs Nin |
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138f33c
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You are that to me, an oasis. You drug me and at the same time you give me strength.
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books
book-quotes
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Anaïs Nin |
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dce992a
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The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence. Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and color in the self. What flows through the veins besides blood is the distillation of every act committed, the sediment of all the visions, wishes, dreams, and experiences. All the past emotions converge to tint the skin and flavor the lips, to regulate the pulse and produce crys..
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Anaïs Nin |
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6149d13
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The most haunting woman is the one we cannot find in the crowded cafe when we are looking for her, the one that we must hunt for, and seek out through the disguises of her stories.
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Anaïs Nin |
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b8ff768
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I dreamed you, I wished for your existence.
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Anaïs Nin |
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0d7d529
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Slowly what she composed with the new day was her own focus, to bring together body and mind. This was made with an effort, as if all the dissolutions and dispersions of her self the night before were difficult to reassemble. She was like an actress who must compose a face, an attitude to meet the day. The eyebrow pencil was no mere charcoal emphasis on blond eyebrows, but a design necessary to balance a chaotic asymmetry. Make up and powde..
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Anaïs Nin |
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432180a
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Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.
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love
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Anaïs Nin |
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e012527
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A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in me with eternal resonance, a voice rusty with the sound of curses and the hoarse cries that issue from the delta in the last paroxysm of orgasm.
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poetry
sexuality
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Anaïs Nin |
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8f6ccc2
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Her elongated eyes did not close as other women's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards, the two lids meeting lazily and slowly; and they seemed slightly sewn together towards the nose, making them narrow, with a lascivious, oblique glance falling from them like the glance of a woman who does not want to see what is being done to her body. All this gave her an air of being made love to, which aroused the Baron as soon as..
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delta-of-venus
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Anaïs Nin |
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1d36a49
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You know I've always wanted to break the molds which life forms around one if one lets them. -Why? -I want to trespass boundaries, erase all identifications, anything which fixes one permanently into one mold, one place, without hope of change.
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Anaïs Nin |
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c469caa
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The city was asleep on its right side and shaking with violent nightmares. Long puffs of snoring came out of the chimneys. Its feet were sticking out because the clouds did not cover it altogether. There was a hole in them and the white feathers were falling out. The city had untied all its bridges like so many buttons to feel at ease. Wherever there was a lamplight the city scratched itself until it went out.
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Anaïs Nin |
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a05ca92
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The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two beings. When I return to Hugo in the evening, to the peace and warmth of the house, I return with deep contentment, as if this was the only condition for me. I bring home to Hugo a whole woman, freed of all 'possessed' fevers, cured of the poison of restlessness and curiosity which used to threaten our marriage, cured through action. Our love li..
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passion
love
faithful
cheating
desire
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Anaïs Nin |