There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
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Anais Nin
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About Anais Nin
Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell was a French-born American diarist, essayist, novelist, and writer of short stories and erotica. Born to Cuban parents in France, Nin was the daughter of the composer Joaquín Nin and the classically trained singer Rosa Culmell. Nin spent her early years in Spain and Cuba, about sixteen years in Paris (1924–1940), and the remaining half of her life in the United States, where she became an established author.
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What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
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.
People living deeply have no fear 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.
Dreams are necessary to life.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
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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.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of with…
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.
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has th…
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
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.
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.