The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions but the love of putting them, and all the strong spices of human relationship which bore a relation to black pepper, paprika, soybean sauce, ketchup and red peppers.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that human relationships are complex and can evoke strong emotions, similar to the way certain bold ingredients can influence a dish.
Anais Nin's quote speaks to the intricate nature of human relationships, drawing a parallel between the intense emotions we experience and the strong, often contrasting flavors found in cooking. Just as certain spices can enhance or challenge the flavor of a dish, the complexities of love, conflict, and connection in our relationships can lead to deep emotional reactions and personal growth.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech about the complexities of love and relationships.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if the cure is not there.
The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.
We have been poisoned by fairy tales.
But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.
For a long time I was scared I'd find out I was like my mother.
But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.
There is an Italian proverb which saith, From my enemy let me defend myself; but from a pretensed friend Lord deliver me
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
No one likes to feel that he or she is being sold some-thing or told to do a thing. We much prefer to feel that we are buying of our own accord or acting on our own ideas. We like to be consulted about our wishes, our wants, our thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.
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