The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put my mosaics together. I just cry and laugh.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the complexities of human emotions and the chaotic nature of existence.
Anais Nin's quote explores the juxtaposition of deceit and the acceptance of madness in life. It suggests that despite the moral failings of individuals and the disarray they can cause, the world continues to function, shrouded in irrationality and emotions that oscillate between despair and joy. The metaphor of mosaics symbolizes the disintegration of one's sense of order and coherence in a chaotic reality.
In practice
In a discussion about the nature of reality and human experience.
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.
There are exceptional people out there who are capable of starting epidemics. All you have to do is find them.
If purpose, then, is inherent in art, so is it in Nature also. The best illustration is the case of a man being his own physician, for Nature is like that - agent and patient at once.
Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.
That we must all die, we always knew, I wish I had sooner remembred it.
Hill House, she thought, You're as hard to get into as heaven.
On the other hand, the concept owes its meaning and its justification exclusively to the totality of the sense impressions which we associate with it.
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