The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
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.
Interpretation
Love requires continual effort and nurturing; without it, love can fade and die.
In this quote, Anais Nin emphasizes that love is not simply a natural emotion that endures on its own; instead, it requires constant care and attention. Love can wither due to neglect, misunderstandings, and betrayals, highlighting the importance of nurturing relationships to keep love alive and vibrant.
In practice
During a wedding speech to emphasize the importance of maintaining love in marriage.
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.
A man can be short and dumpy and getting bald but if he has fire, women will like him.
We kiss. Her hands are freezing on my face, and she tastes like coffee and the smell of the onion is still stuck in my nose, and my lips are all dry from the endless winter. And it's awesome.
At least you are mine! Soon β in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there. All your thought at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thought, all my moments, all my looks will be for you!
it was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. i wanted to be the last one she loved.
I married him against all evidence. I married him believing that marriage doesn't work, that love dies, that passion fades, and in so doing I became the kind of romantic only a cynic is truly capable of being.
What do any of us really know about love?
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