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hey are you busy for the next 50 years? I’d like to sit on the porch with you and watch the sunsets
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I need time and solitude. In my head there is a whole army of people asking to be let out and waiting for the word of command.
Anton Chekhov, from a diary entry written c. October 1888 featured in in "Diary" from The Collected Works of Anton Chekhov
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We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art —we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.
Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays
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She is pure poetry walking and breathing, inside and outside of my books, so I feel I am not lying, I am not inventing, l am not far from the truth. Her eyes become immense when she asks questions. Blue, with the pupil very dark and dilated. She looks mischievous and fragile. Her voice sings, changes: low, gay, sad, heavy, trailing, dreaming.
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry written c. December 1945 from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. IV: 1944-1947
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He was like nature, good, wild, and sometimes cruel. He had all the moods of nature: beauty, timidity, violence, and tenderness. Nature was chaos.
Anaïs Nin, from The Four-Chambered Heart
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What is poetry? Is it a mosaic of coloured stones which curiously are wrought into a pattern? Rather glass that's taught by patient labor any hue to take and glowing with a sumptuous splendor, make beauty a thing of awe; where sunbeams caught, transmuted fall in sheafs of rainbows fraught with storied meaning for religion's sake.
Amy Lowell, A Dome of Many Colored Glass
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We have become restless; we feel tied now to work which keeps us from enchanting wanderings, from seeking and finding beauty throughout the world.
Anaïs Nin in a diary entry dated July 16 1927, featured in The Early Diary of Anais Nin: 1927-1931
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Sappho, If Not Winter: Fragments of Sappho (tr. by Anne Carson)
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I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. I want someone to share me, with me.
Eartha Kitt
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Valerius de Saedeleer, Le Coin du village, 1926
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