Anais Nin quotes
The more I run, the more I tire, and the more you slip away from
my grasp…
Yet to keep up with this futile endeavor, I keep running
round and round till I tire.
and when I tire, I tell myself, Oh! it’s nothing but an illusion,
A mirage, a willow’ o’
wisp, a fleeting thought with no grounds in reality…
But then I realize I don’t know what is real anymore, too
many meandering thoughts…
Too many whiskeys, too much weeds, too much of dreaming…
So I keep on running and running to touch the illusion, the
magic mirror of truth.
And in time I learn truth, which itself is a lie and reality, which itself, is as real as a dream...