Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Anais Nin 1903-1977

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. 
We grow sometimes in one dimension,  
and in another; unevenly. 
We grow partially. We are relative. 
We are mature in one realm, childish in another. 
The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. 
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. 
- Anais Nin

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