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  • #1
    Anaïs Nin
    “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 naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #2
    Anaïs Nin
    “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.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #3
    Anaïs Nin
    “I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #4
    Anaïs Nin
    “What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not need to be discouraging, because it also means that we are free to change this destiny. One is not in bondage to the past, which has shaped our feelings, to race, inheritance, background. All this can be altered if we have the courage to examine how it formed us. We can alter the chemistry provided we have the courage to dissect the elements.”
    Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

  • #5
    Anaïs Nin
    “We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #6
    Anaïs Nin
    “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.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #7
    Anaïs Nin
    “Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #8
    Hermann Hesse
    “I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.”
    Hermann Hesse, Demian. Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend

  • #9
    Hermann Hesse
    “One never reaches home,' she said. 'But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.”
    Hermann Hesse, Demian. Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend
    tags: home

  • #10
    Hermann Hesse
    “What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.”
    Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

  • #11
    Hermann Hesse
    “Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices begin to speak... surrender to them. Don't ask first whether it's permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god. You will ruin yourself if you do that.”
    Hermann Hesse, Demian. Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend
    tags: self

  • #12
    Hermann Hesse
    “When I have neither pleasure nor pain and have been breathing for a while the lukewarm insipid air of these so called good and tolerable days, I feel so bad in my childish soul that I smash my moldering lyre of thanksgiving in the face of the slumbering god of contentment and would rather feel the very devil burn in me than this warmth of a well-heated room. A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse, perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to commit outrages, to pull off the wigs of a few revered idols...”
    Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

  • #13
    Hermann Hesse
    “To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do. ”
    Hermann Hesse

  • #14
    Hermann Hesse
    “There is no escape. You can't be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don't try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is- particularly the artist- particularly myself!”
    Hermann Hesse

  • #15
    Hermann Hesse
    “The diabolical thing about melancholy is not that it makes you ill but that it makes you conceited and shortsighted; yes almost arrogant. You lapse into bad taste, thinking of yourself as Heine's Atlas, whose shoulders support all the world's puzzles and agonies, as if thousands, lost in the same maze, did not endure the same agonies.”
    Hermann Hesse, Peter Camenzind

  • #16
    Hermann Hesse
    “When someone seeks," said Siddhartha, "then it easily happens that his eyes see only the thing that he seeks, and he is able to find nothing, to take in nothing because he always thinks only about the thing he is seeking, because he has one goal, because he is obsessed with his goal. Seeking means: having a goal. But finding means: being free, being open, having no goal.”
    Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

  • #17
    Hermann Hesse
    “Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.”
    Hermann Hesse, Wer lieben kann, ist glücklich. Über die Liebe
    tags: love

  • #18
    Hermann Hesse
    “It may be important to great thinkers to examine the world, to explain and despise it. But I think it is only important to love the world, not to despise it, not for us to hate each other, but to be able to regard the world and ourselves and all beings with love, admiration and respect.”
    Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

  • #19
    Hermann Hesse
    “What we can and should change is ourselves: our impatience, our egoism (including intellectual egoism), our sense of injury, our lack of love and forbearance. I regard every other attempt to change the world, even if it springs from the best intentions, as futile.”
    Hermann Hesse

  • #20
    Hermann Hesse
    “When a writer receives praise or blame, when he arouses sympathy or is ridiculed, when he is loved or rejected, it is not on the strength of his thoughts and dreams as a whole, but only of that infinitesimal part which has been able to make its way through the narrow channel of language and the equally narrow channel of the reader's understanding. ”
    Hermann Hesse

  • #21
    Hermann Hesse
    “What you call passion is not a spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world. Where passion dominates, that does not signify the presence of greater desire and ambition, but rather the misdirection of these qualities toward and isolated and false goal, with a consequent tension and sultriness in the atmosphere. Those who direct the maximum force of their desires toward the center, toward true being, toward perfection, seem quieter than the passionate souls because the flame of their fervor cannot always be seen. In argument, for example, they will not shout or wave their arms. But, I assure you, they are nevertheless, burning with subdued fires.”
    Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game

  • #22
    Hermann Hesse
    “You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.

    Hermann Hesse, Wer lieben kann, ist glücklich. Über die Liebe
    tags: love

  • #23
    Hermann Hesse
    “Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.”
    Hermann Hesse
    tags: love

  • #24
    Hermann Hesse
    “I learned through my body and soul that it was necessary to sin, that I needed lust, that I had to strive for property and experience nausea and the depths of despair in order to learn not to resist them, in order to learn to love the world, and no longer compare it with some kind of desired imaginary vision of perfection, but to leave it as it is, to love it and be glad to belong to it.”
    Hermann Hesse

  • #25
    Graham Greene
    “Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?”
    Graham Greene

  • #26
    Michael Ondaatje
    “The Time Around Scars:
    A girl whom I've not spoken to
    or shared coffee with for several years
    writes of an old scar.
    On her wrist it sleeps, smooth and white,
    the size of a leech.
    I gave it to her
    brandishing a new Italian penknife.
    Look, I said turning,
    and blood spat onto her shirt.

    My wife has scars like spread raindrops
    on knees and ankles,
    she talks of broken greenhouse panes
    and yet, apart from imagining red feet,
    (a nymph out of Chagall)
    I bring little to that scene.
    We remember the time around scars,
    they freeze irrelevant emotions
    and divide us from present friends.
    I remember this girl's face,
    the widening rise of surprise.

    And would she
    moving with lover or husband
    conceal or flaunt it,
    or keep it at her wrist
    a mysterious watch.
    And this scar I then remember
    is a medallion of no emotion.

    I would meet you now
    and I would wish this scar
    to have been given with
    all the love
    that never occurred between us. ”
    Michael Ondaatje

  • #27
    Michael Ondaatje
    “There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.”
    Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
    tags: love, war

  • #28
    Michael Ondaatje
    “There are stories of elopements, unrequited love, family feuds and exhausting vendettas, which everyone was drawn into, had to be involved with. But nothing is said of the closeness between two people: how they grew in the shade of each other's presence. No one speaks of that exchange of gift and character - the way a person took on and recognized in himself the smile of a lover...

    Where is the intimate and truthful in all this? Teenager and Uncle. Husband and lover. A lost father in his solace. And why do I want to know of this privacy? After the cups of tea, coffee, public conversations ... I want to sit down with someone and talk with utter directness, want to talk to all the lost history like that deserving lover. ”
    Michael Ondaatje, Running in the Family

  • #29
    Michael Ondaatje
    “I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.”
    Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
    tags: love

  • #30
    Michael Ondaatje
    “What he would say, he cannot say to this woman whose openness is like a wound, whose youth is not mortal yet. He cannot alter what he loves most in her, her lack of compromise, where the romance of the poems she loves still sits with ease in the real world. Outside these qualities he knows there is no order in the world.”
    Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
    tags: love



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