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The late Anais Nin, was a highly advanced woman wrote trully profoundly on sexuality, intimacy and love.
Please enjoy, and if you do cut and paste it on a compuuter file like Word, and comment.
This post is dedicated to, in her way, another remarkable lady.
The fist one is relevant to my hustle to win you in some way back
♥ Good things happen to those who hustle. ♥
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the u*********s, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
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.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a c***d and then, by his absence, left the c***d fatherless and then Godless.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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 the courage to treat me like a woman.
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.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
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.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
Dreams are necessary to life.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
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.
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.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
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 witherings, of tarnishings.
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.
And
I repet the first one as relevant to my hustle to win you Marisa in some way back
Good things happen to those who hustle.
Shhh YOU ARE WORTH HUSTLING FOR
Dedicated to you this will appear in http://xhamster.com/user/Acompanname
And maybe other places where you are a friend
The late Anais Nin, was a highly advanced woman wrote trully profoundly on sexuality, intimacy and love.
Please enjoy, and if you do cut and paste it on a compuuter file like Word, and comment.
This post is dedicated to, in her way, another remarkable lady.
The fist one is relevant to my hustle to win you in some way back
♥ Good things happen to those who hustle. ♥
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the u*********s, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
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.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a c***d and then, by his absence, left the c***d fatherless and then Godless.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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 the courage to treat me like a woman.
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.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
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.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
Dreams are necessary to life.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
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.
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.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
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 witherings, of tarnishings.
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.
And
I repet the first one as relevant to my hustle to win you Marisa in some way back
Good things happen to those who hustle.
Shhh YOU ARE WORTH HUSTLING FOR
Dedicated to you this will appear in http://xhamster.com/user/Acompanname
And maybe other places where you are a friend
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