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Incest: From a Journal of Love Incest: From a Journal of Love by Anaïs Nin
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“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, Incest: From a Journal of Love
“Again I take a taxi to Clichy address, but feel that I do not want to go on loving Henry more actively than he loves me (having realized that nobody will ever love me in that overabundant, overexpressive, overthoughtful, overhuman way I love people), and so I will wait for him. So I ask taxi driver to drop me at the Galeries Lafayette, where I begin to look for a new hat and to shop for Christmas. Pride? I don't know. A kind of wise retreat. I need people too much. So I bury my gigantic defect, my overflow of love, under trivialities, like a child. I amuse myself with a new hat.”
Anaïs Nin, Incest: From A Journal of Love - The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin
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“I am like a snake who has already bitten. I retreat from a direct battle while knowing the slow effect of the poison.”
Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love
“To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice.”
Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love
“During the nuit blanche I think: Henry, my love, I can love you better now that you cannot hurt me. I can love you more gaily. More loosely. I can endure space and distance and betrayals. Only the best, the best and the strongest. Henry, my love, the wanderer, the artist, the faithless one who has loved me so well. Believe me, nothing has changed in me toward you except my courage. I cannot walk with one love ever. My head is strong, my head, but to walk, to walk into love I need miracles, the miracles of excess, and white heat, and two-ness! Lie here, breathing into my hair, over my neck. No hurt will come from me. No criticalness, no judgment. I bear you in my womb.”
Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love
“sons perdidos à procura de perdidas cores. corto o ar e nado através de quartos sem paredes”
Anaïs Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love
“N-am avut puterea să te înlătur din viaţa mea când, biologic, planetar, emoţional, metafizic, psihanalitic, ar fi trebuit.”
Anais Nin, Incest: From a Journal of Love