There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.
Anaïs Nin
Photograph by Jill Krementz 1971
Dedicated to my new blogging friend Madeleine
Oh yes! I feel this split all the time. It must be so confusing for people who have to deal with me.
Posted by: Jane Flanagan | 12/01/2009 at 02:25 AM
I think many will relate...I can't deal with myself sometimes...
Posted by: Silent Storyteller | 12/01/2009 at 08:28 AM
what a great quote
Posted by: helen james | 12/01/2009 at 04:38 PM
Its like she was writing about me in a way... good words for a deep look inside. But I even can find more people hanging around there; children, comedians, strong men, proud women ... Its pretty crowded :-)
Posted by: smilla | 12/02/2009 at 01:15 PM
Thank you. I so understand this.
Posted by: Madeleine Gallay | 12/02/2009 at 04:14 PM