The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses a deep desire for a profound and intoxicating love experience.
Anais Nin articulates a yearning for a love that is all-consuming and powerful, one that can evoke strong emotional responses simply at the sight of the beloved. It reflects the idea that true love can weaken our defenses, leading to vulnerability and deep emotional connection.
Themes
LoveEmotionsConnectionVulnerabilityPassion
In practice
Example use cases
This quote would be perfect for a romantic card on Valentine's Day.
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