Anaïs Nin цитаты

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„Каждый друг представляет мир внутри нас, мир, возможно, не существовавший до нашей встречи, и только благодаря ей этот новый мир рождается .“

„Любовь никогда не умирает естественной смертью. Она умирает, потому что мы не знаем, как пополнять ее источник. Она умирает из-за безрассудства, из-за ошибок, из-за измен. Она умирает от болезней и ран, она умирает от утомления, от увядания, от потускнения.“

„Как ошибается женщина, ожидая мужчину, который создаст мир её мечты, вместо того чтобы взяться за это самой!“

„Секрет радости в том, чтобы справиться с болью.“

„Ты не находишь любовь, она находит тебя. Это связано с судьбой, судьбой и тем, что написано на звездах.“

„Каждый человек предаёт другого, потому что должен быть верным своей душе.“

„Люди ищут не истину, а иллюзию, с которой они могут жить.“

„Реализм обрушивается на меня лавиной. Слишком много, слишком много действительности.“

„В сущности, есть лишь один вид психической ненормальности — неспособность любить.“

„Тоска и холод. На мне словно написано: «убита своим прошлым».“

„Мы не видим вещи такими, какие они есть, мы видим вещи такими, какие мы есть.“

„Мечта всегда бежала впереди меня. Догнать её, пожить хоть мгновение в унисон с ней — это было чудом.“

„Меня постоянно изводит образ множественности моих «я». Иногда я называю это богатством натуры, в другие дни мне представляется, что это болезнь, такая же опасная, как рост числа клеток при раке.“

„Насколько неправильно, когда женщина ждёт, что мужчина построит мир, который она хочет, вместо того, чтобы создать его самой?“

„Все, что помимо свободы, полной свободы, есть смерть.“

„Была потрясена, как ребенок, узнавший, что у каждого из нас только одна жизнь. И мне кажется, я захотела компенсировать это умножением опыта.“

“There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.”

“This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.”

“When one is pretending the entire body revolts.”

“I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.”

“Passion gives me moments of wholeness.”

“Stories do not end.”

“Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.”

“It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.”

“I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.”

“Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction.”

“We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself.”

“It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before… to test yout limits… to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to stay tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossum.”

“I know why familles were created, with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.”

“The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.”

“I'm sick of my own romanticism!”

“To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.”

“There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection.”

“The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.”

“I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from man's and for which man's language was inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored. D. H. Lawrence began to give instinct a language, he tried to escape the clinical, the scientific, which only captures what the body feels.”

“If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses”

“I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.”

“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.”

“I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.”

“All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.”

“Good things happen to those who hustle.”

“He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.”

“Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character of men better.”

“I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.”

“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison, was the miracle.”