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The Core Of Creation Is To Summon An Image And The Power To Work With The Image.
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The Core Of Creation

Anais Nin
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The Core Of Creation Is To Summon An Image And The Power To Work With The Image.

Understanding the Quote: "the core of creation is to summon an image and the power..."

This quote by Anais Nin reflects deeply on the theme of creativity. It connects to the universal human journey of purpose, motivation, and reflection. Often categorized under Creativity, Creation, Core, the quote offers insight, emotional clarity, and intellectual inspiration to readers worldwide.

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Together
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People
No Fear
I Know No Joy As Great As A Moment Of Rushing Into A New Love, No Ecstasy Like That Of A New Love.
Rushing
Joy
Moments
He Does Not Need Opium. He Has The Gift Of Reverie.
Addiction
Drug
Doe
Jeanne, I Fell Asleep Among The Paintings, Where I Could Sit For Many Days Worshipping Your Portrait. I Fell In Love With Your Portrait, Jeanne, Because It Will Never Change. I Have Such A Fear Of Seeing You Grow Old, Jeanne, I Fell In Love With An Unchanging You That Will Never Be Taken Away From Me. I Was Wishing You Would Die, So That No One Could Take You Away From Me, And I Would Love The Painting Of You As You Would Look Eternally.
Taken
Wish
Portraits
America Hates The Artist. It Will Not Admit: The Artist Is My Soul And I Want To Kill Off My Soul.
Hate
Artist
America
We Sit On The Kitchen Exchanging These Diabolical Outgrowths Of Overfertile Minds.
Kitchen
Mind
Exchanging
He, Who Had Done More Than Any Human Being To Draw Her Out Of The Caves Of Her Secret, Folded Life, Now Threw Her Down Into Deeper Recesses Of Fear And Doubt. The Fall Was Greater Than She Had Ever Known, Because She Had Ventured So Far Into Emotion And Had Abandoned Herself To It.
Heartbreak
Betrayal
Fall
All That Is Sacred And Taboo In The World Are Meaningless.
World
Sacred
Taboo
One Handles Truths Like Dynamite.
Truth
Dynamite
Handle
Only When The Poet And The Scientist Work In Unison Will We Have Living Experiences And Knowledge Of The Marvels Of The Universe As They Are Being Discovered.
Science
Poet
Scientist
Keeping A Diary All My Life Helped Me To Discover Some Basic Elements Essential To The Vitality Of Writing.
Writing
Vitality
Essentials
I Spell 'god' With A Small 'g' Because I Do Not Believe In Him, But I Love To Swear By Him.
Believe
Swear
Spells
Solitude May Rust Your Words.
Solitude
Rust
May
Societies In Decline Have No Use For Visionaries.
Visionaries
Use
Decline
If I Fall Asleep, It Is Because I Am Overloaded. I Sleep Because One Hour With Henry Contains Five Years Of My Life, And One Phrase, One Caress Answers The Expectations Of A Hundred Nights. When I Hear Him Laugh, I Say, "i Have Heard Rabelais.". And I Swallow His Laughter Like Bread And Wine.
Laughter
Fall
Wine
We Are Never Trapped Unless We Choose To Be.
Trapped
I Believe That Men Are Generally Still A Little Afraid Of The Dark Though The Witches Are All Hung, And Christianity And Candles Have Been Introduced.
Believe
Dark
Men
Creation Which Cannot Express Itself Becomes Madness.
Inspirational
Madness
Creation
We Don't Have A Language For The Senses. Feelings Are Images, Sensations Are Like Musical Sounds.
Feelings
Musical
Sound
The Value Of The Personal Relationship To All Things Is That It Creates Intimacy And Intimacy Creates Understanding And Understanding Creates Love.
Love
Wisdom
Understanding
You Can Either Give Negativity Power Over Your Life Or You Can Choose Happiness Instead.
Sister In Law
Giving
Negativity
You Are The Poet, You Walk Inside My Dreams.
Dream
Poet
Walks
In New York The Acoustics Are Good For Laughter, For Life Is All External, All Action, No Thought, No Meditation, No Dreaming, No Reflection, Only The Exuberance Of Action.
Dream
New York
Laughter
When I Am Most Deeply Rooted, I Feel The Wildest Desire To Uproot Myself.
Desire
Feels
Rooted
Nowhere Is Inhumanity More Revealed Than In Hospitals.
Inhumanity
Hospitals
I Love Man As Creator, Lover, Husband, Friend, But Man The Father I Do Not Trust. I Do Not Believe In Man As Father. I Do Not Trust Man As Father.
Husband
Father
Believe
When I First Met Him, He Did Not Care If A Friend Did Not Fit Into His World, Because At That Time His World Had Not Been Born Yet.
World
Care
Firsts
The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough, Becomes Universal, Mythical, Symbolic.
Unity
Enough
Symbolic
To Write At The Same Temperature At Which I Live I Should Write Nothing But Poetry.
Writing
Temperature
Should
The Dream Was Always Running Ahead Of Me. To Catch Up, To Live For A Moment In Unison With It, That Was The Miracle.
Love
Running
Dream
To Mistake Ugliness For Reality Is One Of The Frauds Of The Realistic School [of Writing]. A Hunger For The Unknown And An Aspiration Toward Beauty Were Inseparable From Civilization. In America The Word Art Was Distorted To Mean Artificial.
Art
Mistake
Mean
He Was Jealous Of Her Future, And She Of His Past.
Jealous
Past
I Write Emotional Algebra.
Writing
Emotional
Algebra
Throw Your Dreams Into Space Like A Kite, And You Do Not Know What It Will Bring Back, A New Life, A New Friend, A New Love, A New Country.
Love
Inspirational
Life
To The Woman With The Least Intelligence, There Must Come, At Some Time Or Other, The Realization That Housework Is Animal Work And That There Are Other Occupations In The World A Thousand Times More Refined, More Enriching, For Which She Is Also Suited And To Which She Has A Right.
Animal
Realization
World
What I Cannot Love, I Overlook. Is That Real Friendship?
Love
Friendship
Real
The Earth Is Heavy And Opaque Without Dreams.
Dream
Earth
Opaque
Again I Take A Taxi To Clichy Address, But Feel That I Do Not Want To Go On Loving Henry More Actively Than He Loves Me (having Realized That Nobody Will Ever Love Me In That Overabundant, Overexpressive, Overthoughtful, Overhuman Way I Love People), And So I Will Wait For Him. So I Ask Taxi Driver To Drop Me At The Galeries Lafayette, Where I Begin To Look For A New Hat And To Shop For Christmas. Pride? I Don't Know. A Kind Of Wise Retreat. I Need People Too Much. So I Bury My Gigantic Defect, My Overflow Of Love, Under Trivialities, Like A Child. I Amuse Myself With A New Hat.
Wise
Children
Pride
Had I Not Created My Whole World, I Would Certainly Have Died In Other People’s.
Break Up
Creating
People
Great Repressions Create Dualities.
Denial
Duality
Repression
To Think Of Him In The Middle Of The Day Lifts Me Out Of Ordinary Living.
Thinking
Ordinary
Middle
Destruction Is Ultimately Self-destruction.
Self
Self Destruction
Destruction
You Live Out The Confusions Until They Become Clear.
Confusion
Clear
Gold Never Comes To The Dreamers - Except In Dreams.
Dream
Dreamer
Gold
The Obstacle Became His Alibi For Weakness.
Weakness
Obstacles
Your Strength Is Soft, Indirect, Delicate, Tender, Womanly. But It Is Strength Just The Same.
Indirect
Womanly
Delicate
We Do Not Escape Into Philosophy, Psychology, And Art--we Go There To Restore Our Shattered Selves Into Whole Ones.
Art
Philosophy
Self
Willingness To Explore Everything Is A Sign Of Strength. The Weak Ones Have Prejudices. Prejudices Are A Protection.
Prejudice
Protection
Weak
I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.
Beautiful
Writing
Prison
The Final Lesson A Writer Learns Is That Everything Can Nourish The Writer.
Finals
Lessons
She Had Acquired Some Of His Gypsy Ways, Some Of His Nonchalance, His Bohemian Indiscipline. She Had Swung With Him Into The Disorders Of Strewn Clothes, Spilled Cigarette Ashes, Slipping Into Bed All Dressed, Falling Asleep Thus, Indolence, Timelessness...a Region Of Chaos And Moonlight. She Liked It There.
Fall
Clothes
Bed
I Looked Upon A Clock To Find The Truth. The Hours Were Passing Like Ivory Chess Figures, Striking Piano Notes, And The Minutes Raced On Wires Mounted Like Tin Soldiers. Hours Like Tall Ebony Women With Gongs Between Their Legs, Tolling Continuously So That I Could Not Count Them. I Heard The Rolling Of My Heart-beats; I Heard The Footsteps Of My Dreams, And The Beat Of Time Was Lost Among Them Like The Face Of Truth.
Dream
Heart
Ivory
This Great Handsomeness I Took Into Myself Later When He Desired Me, But I Took It As One Breathes Air, Or Swallows A Snowflake, Or Yields To The Sun.
Yield
Air
Sun
There Are Very Few Human Beings Who Receive The Truth, Complete And Staggering, By Instant Illumination. Most Of Them Acquire It Fragment By Fragment, On A Small Scale, By Successive Developments, Cellularly, Like A Laborious Mosaic.
Life
Time
Illumination
Compassion For Our Parents Is The True Sign Of Maturity.
Family
Maturity
Compassion
I Needed To Live, But I Also Needed To Record What I Lived.
Writing
Records
Needed
The Failures Are Not Due To Any Injustice, But To An Inner Defect. It Is Always Caused By The Person Himself. Yes, I Know, You Think You Are Doing An Act Of Justice. But They Will Only Suck You Dry, Wear Out Your Energy, Nourish Themselves On Your Ideas. After Being The Most Compassionate Man In The World, I Say To You Today: Let The Weak Ones Die, Let Them Commit Suicide.
Suicide
Men
Thinking
For The Neurotic, The Merging Of The Subconscious And The Conscious May Be Risky, Just As It Is For The Users Of Drugs. But For The Writer Who Is Aware Of The Way In Which This Connection Exists In Reality And Nourishes Creativity, The Sooner He Can Achieve A Synthesis Among Intellect, Emotion, And Instinct, The Sooner His Work Will Be Integrated.
Creativity
Reality
Drug
I Had A Feeling That Pandora's Box Contained The Mysteries Of Woman's Sensuality, So Different From A Man's And For Which Man's Language Was So Inadequate. The Language Of Sex Had Yet To Be Invented. The Language Of The Senses Was Yet To Be Explored.
Sex
Men
Feelings
I Am Apparently Gentle, Unstable, And Full Of Pretenses. I Will Die A Poet Killed By The Nonpoets, Will Renounce No Dream, Resign Myself To No Ugliness, Accept Nothing Of The World But The One I Made Myself. I Wrote, Lived, Loved Like Don Quixote, And On The Day Of My Death I Will Say: ‘excuse Me, It Was All A Dream,’ And By That Time I May Have Found One Who Will Say: ‘not At All, It Was True, Absolutely True.’
Dream
World
May
The Shell Is America's Most Active Contribution To The Formation Of Character. A Tough Hide. Grow It Early.
Character
America
Shells
Ordinary Life Does Not Interest Me. I Seek Only The High Moments. I Am In Accord With The Surrealists, Searching For The Marvelous.
Ordinary
Doe
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