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.
ANAIS NINLuxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.
More Anais Nin Quotes
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The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.
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Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.
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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
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Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
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Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
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Dreams are necessary to life.
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Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows.
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You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.
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Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
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I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
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Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
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When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
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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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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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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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