Write. Write until it stops hurting.
ANAIS NINWrite. Write until it stops hurting.
ANAIS NINNature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.
ANAIS NINI love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.
ANAIS NINLove men and women not for their strength but their softness, not for their fullness but their hunger, not for their plenty but their need.
ANAIS NINLiving never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
ANAIS NINYou 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.
ANAIS NINI don’t wish power, only art -art and passion.
ANAIS NINI 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.
ANAIS NINShame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
ANAIS NINI must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
ANAIS NINAge does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
ANAIS NINWe travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
ANAIS NINLife is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
ANAIS NINThose who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.
ANAIS NINThrow your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
ANAIS NINWe don’t have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.
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