Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
ANAIS NINAnd the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
More Anais Nin Quotes
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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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Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
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What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in the mystics, an ecstatic awareness of the whole of life.
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I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
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Willingness to explore everything is a sign of strength. The weak ones have prejudices. Prejudices are a protection.
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Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul – you create suffering.
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Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
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You cannot save people, you can only love them.
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What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.
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My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.
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The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
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The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.
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The enemy of a love is never outside, it’s not a man or woman, it’s what we lack in ourselves.
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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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When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
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