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.
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 NINWe are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.
ANAIS NINWe write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
ANAIS NINI believe the lasting revolution comes from deep changes in ourselves which influence our collective life.
ANAIS NINI, 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.
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 NINYou can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.
ANAIS NINExperience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.
ANAIS NINIt was while helping others to be free that I gained my own freedom.
ANAIS NINI adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.
ANAIS NINSometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.
ANAIS NINTranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.
ANAIS NINShame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
ANAIS NINI 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 NINLife 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.
ANAIS NINI am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.
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