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i’m finally back

her mind captures me entirely. i read most of the passages twice and i wonder how it is possible to think and write like she does—i’m in awe.

“It seems to be in my nature to resist joy, yet I suppose it is consistent with my creed of sorrow.”

“Oh, how precious to me are the hours of solitude. How I love these moments of meditation and dreams!”

“It’s real madness that takes hold of me: when I read a book, I am hungry for another, then another—I forget myself, I forget my family, I am the Anaïs of former times, concentrated in another’s life…”

“It’s only a bird who has gone from my life, but I am aware of that strange Law that forces us to separate, that causes such emptiness and breaks so many hearts when its fatal power is felt.”

“For me, religion is simply beauty.”

“I love to be alone among the waves and in the midst of danger.”

“I ran like mad and dived into the waves, feeling truly sorry not to be able to fall asleep at the bottom of the sea and not think of anything any more!”

“I have used books as my teachers, have let them fill my soul with poetry, my heart with romance, my eyes with illusions, and at present when I leave them behind, I have to begin to learn to live.”

“With my head full of romance, I am looking for embodiment of an illusion.”

“One of the most beautiful things in the world is memory. Is there anything more beautiful than to be able to relive happy moments as many times as one wishes?”

“A child’s glance is frank, clear, open. An older person’s is rather closed, a little cynical, shadowed by hidden thoughts and the tears of disillusionment. All that is natural.”

“One day the teacher took me aside and announced calmly something that I already know; that I have no common sense! At first I was very unhappy and said to myself: ‘Without that, I might as well jump in the river.’ But afterward, I thought: ‘Who ever heard of a philosopher or poet who had common sense?’ So I am content.”

“I imagine that I am a philosopher and I think that I shall feel love only for my pen and my books, because my heart is very small and doesn’t have room for ‘anything’ else. I say anything, because I consider a man an ‘object.’”

“I understand that it’s my excitable nature that causes me to cool suddenly toward something I used to adore and into which I put all the strength of my passion.”

“It says what I feel, but says it so frankly that, dismayed by my effrontery, I have left it in its cradle and its grave: My Diary.”

“There is a part of me that says I shall never have a companion in my struggle and I understand that there are two people in me.”

“When I am with her, I feel a great longing to become good. When her beautiful blue eyes look at me and plunge into my soul, I earnestly want to be able to look at people as directly as that, for her eyes hide nothing. In her gaze, one can read her mind like an open book, and I love to read it because of its beauty.”

“If I feel sad about nothing, it is because a ‘dramatic soul’ is struggling within me, and it surrenders to sadness more easily that to joy. If I love poetry, it’s because I have a soul made for poetry. My habitual dreaminess, my impatience have nothing to do with my intelligence, but rather with my disposition.”