Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

📖 Anais Nin

🌍 American | 👨‍💼 Author

🎂 February 21, 1903 – ⚰️ January 14, 1977

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Anaïs Nin reflects on the profound impact friends have on our lives, suggesting that each friendship introduces a new perspective or dimension within us. She emphasizes that until we engage with certain individuals, those aspects of ourselves may remain dormant, waiting for the right connection to awaken them. This notion speaks to the transformative power of relationships, highlighting how they can lead to personal growth and the discovery of unfamiliar facets...

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