The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.
Interpretation
This quote expresses a deep desire to cherish and preserve happiness in one's life.
Anais Nin's quote reflects an intense yearning to both embrace and safeguard happiness. The imagery of kneeling beneath falling happiness like rain suggests a profound appreciation for joyful moments, while the desire to gather and preserve it with lace and silk symbolizes the fragility of joy and the effort one takes to hold onto it amidst life's unpredictability.
In practice
In a speech about mental health, one might quote this to emphasize the importance of valuing and protecting happiness.
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.
I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99
After I lost weight, I discovered that people found me valuable. Worthy of conversation. A person one could look at. A person one could compliment. A person one could admire. A person.
I think everyone should go to bed like they have a date at the door.
Gratefulness is the gallantry of a heart ready to rise to the opportunity a given moment offers.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
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