Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
ANAIS NINI take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.
More Anais Nin Quotes
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I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
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I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.
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Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
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Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.
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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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The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.
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Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
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Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
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You don’t find love, it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars.
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There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.
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I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ”idea of them.
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Love 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.
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