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Anais Nin

US (French-born) author & diarist (1903 - 1977)

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.


Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.


Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.


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.


I looked with chameleon eyes upon the changing face of the world, looked with anonymous vision upon my uncompleted self.


I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.


If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.


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.


Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.


The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.


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.


Throw 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.


We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.


When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.





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