Anaïs Nin idézet

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„Az élet az ember bátorságától függően zsugorodik vagy tágul.”

„Minden barát egy világot képvisel bennünk - egy olyan világot, amely talán meg sem születik, amíg meg nem érkezik, és csak ez a találkozás által keletkezik.”

„A tudás birtoklása nem öli meg a csodálat és a titokzatosság érzését. Mindig van még több rejtély.”

„A mélyen megélt személyes élet mindig önmagán túli igazságokba tágul.”

„Az álom mindig előttem futott. Utolérni, egy pillanatra vele együtt élni, ez volt a csoda.”

„Az álmok átmennek a cselekvés valóságába. A cselekedetekből ismét az álom származik; és ez az egymásrautaltság hozza létre az élet legmagasabb rendű formáját.”

„Nincs egy nagy kozmikus értelem mindenki számára, csak az az értelem van, amit mi magunk adunk az életünknek.”

„Eljött a nap, amikor a kockázat, hogy a szoros bimbó megmaradjon, fájdalmasabb volt, mint a kockázat, hogy kivirágozzon.”

“Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.”

“We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.”

“The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.”

“How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with me- full rich lives from birth to death, and you just have to have these rest periods in between.”

“Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.”

“I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.”

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

“Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.”

“I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality an illusory world, love, an absolute which it could never obtain, and thus destroyed itself by the dream.”

“The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.”

“Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.”

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.”

“I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.”

“His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that… only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.”

“I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”

“I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.”

“I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife. I think highly of faithfulness. But my temperament belongs to the writer, not to the woman”

“What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.”

“Coming near him like a ballet dancer she took a leap towards him, and he, frightened by her vehemence, and fearing that she would crash against him, instinctively became absolutely rigid, and she felt herself embracing a statue.”

“If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.”

“To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice.”

“I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put my mosaics together. I just cry and laugh.”

“Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.”

“It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.”

“For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really trying to avoid the final issue — that I had to do the job myself.”

“I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not love me. One ought not to love the moon. If you come too near me, I will hurt you.”

“The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.”

“I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.”

“A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words, that he could never say the magic phrase which would open her being.”