To live is the rarest thing in the world

[flowerytale]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955

[Text ID: I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.]

[finita-la-commedia]

[dark-splendor]

“I suffer from a chronic nausea—after I’m with people. The awareness (after-awareness) of how programmed I am, how insincere, how frightened.”

— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

[flowerytale]

Margaret Atwood, from ‘Crickets’, The Door (2007)

[dahliaborne]

“You are the origin of all jasmine, all narcissi, and irises to come. You are sunlight moving”

— Rumi, “Passage Into Silence” (via stoicremains)

[wednesdaywrote-deactivated20260]

[dreamyfilms]

bless

[deviika]

F. Scott Fitzgerald // Charles Bukowski

[seaymph]

“Emotions choke me, push the tears right behind my eyes, strangle me. It comes like a wave of ecstasy.”

— C.S. Baldwin, quoted by Anaïs Nin, from her diary (via loveage-moondream)

[flowerytale]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939–1944

[greeksblog]

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[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from “Years.”

[inneroptics]

Sabine Weiss

[luthienne]

Mary Ruefle, from Trances of the Blast; “Abdication”

[anastole-deactivated20200206]

[shisasan]

Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair (1924)

[hazy-october]

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