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.“

“she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.”

“A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.”

“At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.”

“A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.”

“There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite. When men accept the sensitive side of themselves, they come alive.”

“Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.”

“Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.”

“Don't wait for it," I said. "Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live in opened to me.”

“At night too, she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness. As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: let him be kind.”

“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.”

“If happiness is the absence of fever then I will never know happiness. For I am posessed by a fever for knowledge, experience and creation.”

“I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.”

“I believe that in judging our actions we are more severe than professional judges. We judge not only our actions, but our thoughts, our intentions, our secret curses, our hidden hate.”

“There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned”

“He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.”

“You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams…”

“You live out the confusions until they become clear.”

“The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.”

“Your eyes make me shy”

“words carry colors and sounds into the flesh”

“Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky”

“I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.”

“Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.”

“I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.”

“Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death”

“We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.”

“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.”

“Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.”

“I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife.”