The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anais NinRead
How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with me- full rich lives from birth to death, and you just have to have these rest periods in between.
Interpretation
The quote expresses an understanding of the depth and intensity of someone's life experiences, along with the need for moments of rest.
Anais Nin reflects on the profound emotional and lived experiences of a person, acknowledging the various phases of life they have gone through. She recognizes the vitality and intensity with which this person engages with life, suggesting that their rich experiences from birth to death require periods of rest to recharge and reflect.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a motivational speech about embracing life's journey and the importance of recuperation.
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
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.
There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.
It may sound funny, but I love the South. I don't choose to live anywhere else. There's land here, where a man can raise cattle, and I'm going to do it some day. There are lakes where a man can sink a hook and fight the bass. There is room here for my children to play and grow, and become good citizens-if the white man will let them.
I've never been more confused in my life, but at the same time I've never been more satisfied with what we've done.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
Life may not be exactly pleasant, but it is at least not dull. Heave yourself into Hell today, and you may miss, tomorrow or next day, another Scopes trial, or another War to End War, or perchance a rich and buxom widow with all her first husband's clothes. There are always more Hardings hatching. I advocate hanging on as long as possible.
People who lose children have their hearts warped into weird shapes. Some try to deny it has happened. Some pretend it hasn't. Losing friends or parents is not the same. To lose a child is beyond comprehension. It defies biology. It contradicts the natural order of history and genealogy. It derails common sense. It violates time. It creates a huge, black, bottomless hole that swallows all hope.
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