Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously…but I am more preoccupied with loving. — Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love”–The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin. (Harvest Books; 1 edition October 29, 1990) Originally published 1986.
Desire for a deeper sleep that dissolves more. The metaphysical urge is only the urge towards death. — Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-23. (Schocken, October 30, 1988)
\ Too late. The sweetness of sorrow and of love. To be smiled at by her in the boat. That was most beautiful of all. Always only the desire to die and the not-yet-yielding; this alone is love. — Franz Kafka, \ Too late. The sweetness of sorrow and of love. To be smiled at… Continue reading Franz Kafka
I’m awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. ― Anaïs Nin, Fire: From A Journal of Love – The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin.… Continue reading Anaïs Nin
I have now, and have had since this afternoon, a great yearning to write all of my anxiety entirely out of me. — Franz Kafka, The diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1913. (Secker & Warburg 1948)
The dreaming gives anxiety because it is lonely, ghostly, evanescent, unstable, fluid, but above all because it is lonely. No dream is shared. Reality is shared. People’s dreams can be similar but they do not create a human relationship by themselves. — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 3: 1939-1944. (Mariner Books March… Continue reading Anaïs Nin
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. ― Katherine Mansfield, from “Cultivated Minds,” Journal Of… Continue reading Katherine Mansfield