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Tuesday
Nov292011

Anais Nin

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live 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.

 Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.

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

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

Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage.

I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.

Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

 

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