We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals. Oft kommt eine überraschende Wendung. Anaïs Nin died of cancer on January 14, 1977, in Los Angeles, California.
Born in France, her full original name was Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness. This is my drug and my vice. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another.
Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Her father, Joaquin Nin, a composer, deserted the family when Anaïs was about 11 years old. Mit meinem E-Book-Reader kann ich nur e. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. Challenge-Punkte: 8 - eine Sammlung Kurzgeschichten 28 - ein Buch mit einem rosa Cover 29 - ein Buch, dessen Cover mindestens 4 Farben hat 35 - ein Buch, was erst nach dem Tod des Autors bekannt wurde oder erschienen ist Anaïs Nin ist am 14.
Nin was acquainted, often quite intimately, with a number of prominent authors, artists, psychoanalysts, and other figures, and wrote of them often. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. One woman sent me her first drawing made after reading the Diary. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction.
I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! The dominant theme of the letters was loneliness and lack of confidence in whatever the writers undertook. Suddenly I was discovering a world. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.
The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. Her first husband was Hugh Guiler, with whom she had an open marriage. Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. The Diary cured depression, opened secret chambers. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion.
Deep down, I am not different from you. All the clichés about self-absorption were destroyed. Es sind nur die Bücher seit 2015 aufgeführt. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. Take control and choose to focus on what is important in your life.
Anaïs Nin started writing journals when she was eleven and continued prolifically for six decades up until her death. Anaïs spent her teens in the U. There is always more mystery. You write out of a deep inner necessity. This is a kind of death.