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.
They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.
you can't kill love. you can't even kill it with hate. you can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness. you can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can't kill love itself. love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it's a part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die.
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.
I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.
Don't be afraid to let her into your heart and when your down, don't try to carry the whole world on your shoulders.
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