What did Anaïs Nin mean by: Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. - Anaïs Nin Writer · France Copy
+ Our love lives because I live. Feraz Zeid, August 28, 2023December 24, 2023, Anaïs Nin, Love Life, Our Love, 0 - Anaïs Nin Writer · France
+ Our age has need of violence,” he writes. And he is violence. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anaïs Nin, Age, Writing, 0 - Anaïs Nin Writer · France
+ I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it. Feraz Zeid, June 4, 2023December 12, 2023, Anaïs Nin, Hobbies, 0 - Anaïs Nin Writer · France
+ jazz is the expression of America’s romantic self, its sensual potency, its lyrical force. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anaïs Nin, Expression, Music, Self, 0 - Anaïs Nin Writer · France
+ When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anaïs Nin, Desire, 0 - Anaïs Nin Writer · France
+ Things aren’t the way they are, they’re the way you are Feraz Zeid, June 15, 2023December 12, 2023, Anaïs Nin, 0 - Anaïs Nin Writer · France
+ I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles. Feraz Zeid, August 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Anaïs Nin, Anticipation, Miracle, Walks, 0 - Anaïs Nin Writer · France
+ We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss. Feraz Zeid, January 9, 2024January 9, 2024, Anaïs Nin, Abyss, 0 - Anaïs Nin Writer · France
Love, slow and gradual in its growth, is too much like friendship ever to be a violent passion. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Only when a book is written out of passion is there much hope of its being read with passion. - Jean Fritz
The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue. - William Cowper Poet · England
Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless. - Honoré de Balzac Writer · France
Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself! - Jean Racine Playwright · France
When I’m carried away, isn’t it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth? - Jean Racine Playwright · France
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight! - Jean Racine Playwright · France
