weequizzie* posted a photo:
Miller and Nin separated only by cheap IKEA shelving.
'I never feel the brakes. I overflow. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next to mine, then it makes me dizzy'.
From A Literate Passion : Letters of Anais Nin and Henry Miller,1932-1953.
adelbeukes posted a photo:
"I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy & ecstacy."
Anais Nin
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum} posted a photo:
—Anais Nin
As I write this, I am ~182.5 days into my 365--that's 50% done! Wow.
Maria Hammon posted a photo:
"The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself."
-Anais Nin.
charlottelader posted a photo:
... when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom
Anais Nin
for FGR (who have invaded black and white self portraits, HNT and quotes and quotations)
calvin's dad posted a photo:
....What I felt after seeing these two paintings was what one feels when drinking, a sudden dizziness of the head, a warmth through the body, a confusion of the senses. Something awakens in the body, foggy and dim, a new sensation, a new kind of hunger and restlessness.
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sapaho posted a photo:
Dreams are necessary to life.
~Anais Nin
1. A Spider's Pearls, 2. They Love to hear us Sing (EXPLORED), 3. Cinquefoil, 4. .breath in, 5. .you see through me, 6. “As is the gardener, so is the garden”, 7. Untitled, 8. Untitled, 9. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand, 10. Passion flower tendrils getting passionate - pharted, 11. a photo a day: day 224, 12. Strands II, 13. Kind words can be short and easy to speak but their echoes are truly endless ...., 14. break of dawn, 15. golden bokeh..., 16. Hiding from the rain.., 17. Pose, 18. I saw them standing there pretending to be just friends, when all the time in the world could not pry them apart., 19. Just one, 20. they call me mellow yellow, 21. K's fault..., 22. Untitled, 23. Floating Love, 24. macarons, 25. because, 26. ...ZARCILLO..., 27. if i close my eyes all the work disappears..., 28. for sapaho..., 29. Pretty In Pink, 30. will you catch me?..., 31. cosmos dream, 32. Untitled, 33. ..ℓ....., 34. Untitled, 35. Untitled, 36. pipevine swallowtail
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booksmeller posted a photo:
amazon.com makes wishes come true. I now own the complete volume set of Anais Nin's diaries.
anaiszub posted a photo:
Man can never know the kind of loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in a woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. The woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which he has bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love is a taking of man within her, and act of birth and rebirth, of child bearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for a woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment when man rests inside of her
Georgio R. posted a photo:
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.
We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly.
We grow partially. We are relative.
We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
- Anais Nin
Better Viewed Big On Black
fake_plastic_earth posted a photo:
"Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.”
-Anais Nin
