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I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

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Anais Nin
Age: 73 †
Born: 1903
Born: February 21
Died: 1977
Died: January 14
Author
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Novelist
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Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell
Anais Nin
Sensations
Delicate
Abstract
Profound
Living
Ecstatically
Love
Wordless
Sensation
Vague

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I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a painful impression of a psychic blindness. With all his science and knowledge, in the mystic world he blundered.
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[in the]..curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time......I possess a power of magic...[to] destroy the balance of a well-designed destiny with my diabolical mind.
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Ordinary life does not interest me.
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I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.
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I love your silences, they are like mine.
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Descendants of pigeons once fed by Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin and many other famous lovers are still being fed, and the sudden sound when they all rise together, frightened away, is like the sound of giant sails flapping.
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Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, 'Climb!
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The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
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We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if the cure is not there.
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The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
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I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.
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Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me. I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
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The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted.
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Everything but happiness is neurosis.
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The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
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I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated
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If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.
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The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.
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I love man as creator, lover, husband, friend, but man the father I do not trust. I do not believe in man as father. I do not trust man as father.
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