* love never dies a natural death. it dies because
we don't know how to replenish it's source.
it dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
it dies of illness and wounds; it dies of
weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
* if you do not breathe through writing,
if you do not cry out in writing,
or sing in writing, then don't write,
because our culture has no use for it.
* age does not protect you from love.
but love, to some extent, protects you from age.
* and the day came when the risk to remain tight
in a bud was more painful than the risk it took
to blossom.
* do not seek the because -
in love there is no because, no reason,
no explanation, no solutions.
* each contact with a human being is so rare,
so precious, one should preserve it.
* each friend represents a world in us, a world
not born until they arrive, and it is only by
this meeting that a new world is born.
* I postpone death by living, by suffering,
by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
* life is a process of becoming, a combination
of states we have to go through. where people
fail is that they wish to elect a state and
remain in it. this is a kind of death.
* life is truly known only to those who suffer,
lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat
to defeat.
* there is not one big cosmic meaning for all,
there is only the meaning we each give to our
life, an individual meaning, an individual plot,
like an individual novel, a book for each person.
* truth is something which can't be told in a few
words. those who simplify the universe only reduce
the expansion of its meaning.
(by anäis nin)
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