When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow. – Anais Nin
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. – Anais Nin
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we dont 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. – Anais Nin
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do. – Anais Nin