The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
Interpretation
Anxiety can suffocate love and relationships, much like drowning restricts one's ability to breathe.
In this quote, Anais Nin highlights how anxiety can be detrimental to love and intimacy. Just as drowning is a physical struggle against water that restricts airflow, anxiety can choke the emotional connection in relationships, leading to misunderstandings and distance between partners. This notion emphasizes the importance of managing anxiety to foster healthier and more fulfilling connections.
In practice
This quote can be used in a therapy session to discuss the impact of anxiety on relationships.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
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.
I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had violent explosions of poetry. Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery.
I think that the same kind of openness and fluidity and willingness to interrogate power that we, as feminists, expect from men in alliance on questions of class should also be the expectation that women of colour can rely upon with our white feminist allies.
Like so many women, I was living out the unlived life of my mother - so I wouldn't be her. But the price I paid was that I distanced myself internally.
Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love.
He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.
In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be.
We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
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