Author of quotes: Anais NIN

There is perfection in everything that cannot belong to us.

We travel some of us forever to seek other places, other lives, other souls.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

People are not looking for the truth, and the illusion with which they can live.

Melancholy and cold. On me as if written: "killed by her past".

Was shocked as a child, I learned that each of us has only one life. And I think I wanted to compensate for this by multiplying the experience.

All that in addition to the freedom, complete freedom, is death.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch her live, even for a moment in unison with it - it was a miracle.

I am constantly brings forth the image of a plurality of my "I". Sometimes I call it richness of nature, other days it seems to me that it is a disease, the same threat as the growth in the number of cells in cancer.

Each person betrays the other, because they should be true to your soul.

Realism falls on me like an avalanche. Too much, too much actually.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
Life shrinks and expands in proportion to your courage.

I never give myself promises for the New year. The habit to make plans, to engage in self-criticism and reform life is too much work for one day.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. She's dying because of recklessness, because of errors due to edit. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of exhaustion, from withering, of tarnishing.

How wrong a woman waiting for a man who will create the world of her dreams, instead of undertake it on my own!