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.“

“Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which he has bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love is a taking of man within her, and act of birth and rebirth, of child bearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to BE. But for a woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment when man rests inside of her.”

“To lie, of course, is to engender insanity.”

“He was insane with anger. Or is all insanity anger?”

“Passivity, like the passivity of India induced by religion, is destructive both to human life and to art.”

“No one but a woman in love ever sees the maximum of men's greatness.”

“When she did finally fall asleep it was the restless sleep of the night watchman continuously aware of danger and of the treacheries of time seeking to cheat her by permitting clocks to strike the passing hours when she was not awake to grasp their contents.”

“Nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way.”

“For the neurotic, the merging of the subconscious and the conscious may be risky, just as it is for the users of drugs. But for the writer who is aware of the way in which this connection exists in reality and nourishes creativity, the sooner he can achieve a synthesis among intellect, emotion, and instinct, the sooner his work will be integrated.”

“I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.”

“Most fiction writers uses dreams decoratively without relating them to daily life, but the contemporary writer is becoming more expert at detecting the influence of one upon the other.”

“Solitude may rust your words.”

“We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.”

“Worlds self made are so full of monsters and demons.”

“The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.”

“Love is the axis and breath of my life. The art I produce is a byproduct, an excrescence of love, the song I sing, the joy which must explode, the overabundance — that is all!”

“The times in his studio when he washed his hands and they smoked, for his hands were so warm and the water so cold.”

“I think that natural truths will cease to be spat at us like insults, that aesthetics will once more be linked with ethics, and that people will become aware that in casting out aesthetics that they also cast out a respect for human life, a respect for creation, a respect for spiritual values. Aesthetics was an expression of man's need to be in love with his world. The cult of ugliness is a regression. It destroys our appetite, our love for our world.”

“I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less creative the next day.”

“I feel a fatigue of the tongue seeking to utter impossible things until it twists itself into a knot and chokes me. I feel a fatigue at this mass of nerves seeking to uphold a world that is falling apart. I feel a fatigue at feeling, at the fervor of my dreams, the fever of my thought, the intensity of my hallucinations. A fatigue at the sufferings of others and my own. I feel my own blood thundering inside of me, I feel the horror of falling into abysms. But you and I would always fall together and I would not be afraid. We would fall into abysms, but you would carry your phosphorescences to the very bottom of the abysms. We could fall together and ascend together, far into space. I was always exhausted by my dreams, not because of the dreams, but because of the fear of not being able to return. I do not need to return. I will find you everywhere. You alone can go wherever I go, into the same mysterious regions. You too know the language of the nerves. You will always know what I am saying even if I do not.”

“Ecstasy is the moment of exaltation from wholeness!”

“This image of herself as a not ordinary women, an image which was trembling now in his eyes, might suddenly disappear. Nothing more difficult to live up to than men’s dreams.”

“By shutting out the outside world, drugs place one not only in confrontation with the dreaming self, but also ones nightmares.”

“I have an attitude now that is immovable. I shall remain outside of the world, beyond the temporal, beyond all the organizations of the world. I only believe in poetry.”

“The hallucinatory drugs only reveal the world of images we contain but do not teach us interpretation, illumination, or enlightenment.”

“I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique.”

“Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.”

“The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.”

“I would say that compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.”

“He left me at my hotel at 3:00 AM murmuring: "You're marvelous."”