Anaïs Nin: Frases em inglês (página 5)

“There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.”

“I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.”

“Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.”

“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.”

“Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.”

“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.”

“In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.”

“When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons.”

“life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity, & stumble from defeat to defeat.”

“I have no brakes on… analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.”

“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.”

“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.”

“This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.”

“When one is pretending the entire body revolts.”

“I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.”

“Passion gives me moments of wholeness.”

“Stories do not end.”

“Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.”

“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.”