Crush Quote by Anais Nin Download Open image “I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.” — Anais Nin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Crush Enormous Growing Love
I see the love in my child's eyes when he sees me, and I know it's gigantic. As an older person, I've been in… — Kevin Nealon Copy Share Image
Whether that expansion is towards the beings around you or flora, fauna, and creatures. Love has so many unique yet consistent forms. People like Branson - he's an idea guru. Guys like Allan Savory - he's like Father Earth. Allan has literally discovered how to stop desertification and make Africa come alive with plant life. In each of its forms,… — Ian Somerhalder Copy Share
Love measures our stature: the more we love, the bigger we are. — William Sloane Coffin Copy Share Image
The growth of our love is extremely amazing..it's like when humans reach sexual maturity — Louis Jerry Copy Share Image
In each of its forms, love has an infinite scope of potential expansion, all of which I see leading to growth. — Ian Somerhalder Copy Share Image
I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the… — Scott Spencer Copy Share Image
So many believe that it is love that grows, but it is the knowing that grows and love simply expands to contain it. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I believe that love expands. As you give love out, it's received and reciprocated and it grows. That's the beauty of it. — Hill Harper Copy Share Image
“…For love it is never the same. What goes on inside is never the same just like this music which changes every instant. For… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Laughter and tears are not separate experiences, with intervals of rest: they rush out together and it is like walking with a sword between… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing. — Anderson Cooper Copy Share Image
I had to smile when stories emerged questioning whether I was gay. Obviously I knew I wasn't but people were curiously desperate to suggest… — Daniel Radcliffe Copy Share Image
I already know that u know that I like u, the question is Wat r u going to do with that information. — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
“My mom believed that you make your own luck. Over the stove she had hung these old, maroon painted letters that spell out, “MANIFEST.”… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
I'm very disturbed to find out that the leader of the Townies has a soul and I'm beginning to develop a bit of a… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
My dream would be to hear rocks at my window n to look out and see u just standing there, in the pouring rain. — Blondie Copy Share Image
Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
...It's an unmeetable level of writing. But even if it's something I feel like I can't ever attain, it doesn't crush my spirit. I… — Paul Banks Copy Share Image
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs. With this creed, revenge never worries my heart, degradation… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
