We don’t have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.
ANAIS NINWe don’t have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.
ANAIS NINNature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.
ANAIS NINWhen we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
ANAIS NINLife is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
ANAIS NINWe have been poisoned by fairy tales.
ANAIS NINI hate men who are afraid of women’s strength.
ANAIS NINWe are never trapped unless we choose to be.
ANAIS NINI’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
ANAIS NINI will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
ANAIS NINLove 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.
ANAIS NINEach contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
ANAIS NINPeople living deeply have no fear of death.
ANAIS NINI am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.
ANAIS NINWhen you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
ANAIS NINYou can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.
ANAIS NINIf you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.
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