Anaïs Nin: Frases em inglês (página 11)

“words carry colors and sounds into the flesh”

“Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky”

“I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.”

“Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.”

“I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.”

“Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death”

“We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.”

“There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.”

“Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.”

“I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife.”

“They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.”

“The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.”

“How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?… I never feel the four walls around the substance of the self, the core. I feel only space. Illimitable space.”

“Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.”

“We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.”

“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!”

“It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.”

“When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.”

“I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.”