Monday, February 21, 2011

Meandering in ink . . .

Today is the birthday of Anaïs Nin (February 21, 1903 – January 14, 1977), author. Anaïs Nin is best remembered as a diarist, her published journals spanned more than 60 years.

"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
Anaïs Nin

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings."
Anaïs Nin

"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."
Anaïs Nin

"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."
Anaïs Nin

"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."
Anaïs Nin

"The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery."
Anaïs Nin

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage."
Anaïs Nin

"Dreams are necessary to life."
Anaïs Nin

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