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| Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before... to test your limits... to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| Dreams are necessary to life. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| 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. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| 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 withering, of tarnishing. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
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| Electric flesh-arrows... traversing the body. A rainbow of colour strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
| Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in her. | Anais Nin | 1914-1977, French-born American Novelist, Dancer |
