Anais Nin quote

"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."

Anais Nin

Born: February 21, 1903

Die: January 14, 1977

Occupation: Author

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Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.

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There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

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A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words, that he could never say the magic phrase which would open her being.

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There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two races...

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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.

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I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.

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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.

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Anais Nin

I looked at it [revolver] as if it reminded me of a crime I had committed with an irrepressible smile such as rises sometimes to people’s lips in the face of great catastrophes which are beyond their...

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Anais Nin

The theme of the diary is always the personal, but it does not mean only a personal story: it means a personal relationship to all things and people. The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal,...

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Anais Nin

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

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Anais Nin

Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love...

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Anais Nin

I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension

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Anais Nin

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.

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Anais Nin

What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself...

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Anais Nin

Poverty is the great reality. That is why the artist seeks it.

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Anais Nin

We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds.

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Anais Nin

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.

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Anais Nin

Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I...

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Anais Nin

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.

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Anais Nin

"We see the world as 'we' are, not as 'it' is; because it is the "I" behind the 'eye' that does the seeing."

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Anais Nin

I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .

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Anais Nin

It is in the movements of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately.

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Anais Nin

At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my illusions with analysis, science, and learning Henry’s language, entering Henry’s...

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Anais Nin

The writer is the duelist who never fights at the stated hour, who gathers up an insult, like another curious object, a collector's item, spreads it out on his desk later, and then engages in a duel with...

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Anais Nin

I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips...

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Anais Nin

We are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.

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Anais Nin

What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.

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Anais Nin

There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.

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Anais Nin

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

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Anais Nin

The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.

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Anais Nin

She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference,...

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Anais Nin

When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.

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Anais Nin

I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody, busy, inattentive, and there come an end to the interest, and this never...

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Anais Nin

Every individual is representative of the whole . . . and should be intimately understood, and this would give a far greater understanding of mass movements and sociology.

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Anais Nin

I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

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Anais Nin

I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated

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Anais Nin

Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self.

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Anais Nin

Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.

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Anais Nin

To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.

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Anais Nin

Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds...

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Anais Nin

There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite. When men accept the sensitive side of themselves, they come alive.

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Anais Nin

We speak of the masculine and the feminine, but they are the wrong labels. It is really more a matter of poetry versus intellectualization.

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Anais Nin

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.

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Anais Nin

I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put my mosaics together. I just cry and laugh.

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Anais Nin

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate. I hate murderously.

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Anais Nin

I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds.

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Anais Nin

... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.

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Anais Nin

I love your silences, they are like mine.

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Anais Nin

You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams...

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Anais Nin

I believe the lasting revolution comes from deep changes in ourselves which influence our collective life.

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Anais Nin

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

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Anais Nin

Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it.

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Anais Nin

There are books which we read early in life, which sink into our consciousness and seem to disappear without leaving a trace. And then one day we find, in some summing-up of our life and put attitudes...

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Anais Nin

We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.

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Anais Nin

We do not see the world as it is. We see the word as we are.

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Anais Nin

At sixteen, Sabina took moon baths, first of all, because everyone else took sun baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous.

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Anais Nin

When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts....

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Anais Nin

The important task of literature is to free man, not to censor him, and that is why Puritanism was the most destructive and evil force which ever oppressed people and their literature: it created hypocrisy,...

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Anais Nin

I believe that in judging our actions we are more severe than professional judges. We judge not only our actions, but our thoughts, our intentions, our secret curses, our hidden hate.

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Anais Nin

For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the wife of the artist, but I was really trying to avoid the final issue — that I had to do the...

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Anais Nin

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...

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Anais Nin

And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful, more sensitized, live a more richly perfumed and intoxication life,...

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Anais Nin

Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.

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Anais Nin

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

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Anais Nin

At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.

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Anais Nin

The true liberation of eroticism lies in accepting the fact that there are a million facets to it, a million forms of eroticism, a million objects of it, situations, atmospheres, and variations. We have,...

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Anais Nin

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...

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Anais Nin

I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff...

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Anais Nin

You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.

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Anais Nin

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which...

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Anais Nin

Pain is something to master, not to wallow in.

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Anais Nin

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

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Anais Nin

She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost, she had walked into pure chaos,...

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Anais Nin

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

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Anais Nin

The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.

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Anais Nin

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

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Anais Nin

Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

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Anais Nin

..he made me understand something very important. Whether because I am a Latin, or because I am a neurotic, I have a need of gestures. I am myself expressive, demonstrative; every feeling I have takes...

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Anais Nin

You cannot save people. You can only love them.

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Anais Nin

The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and the artist know: magic and power lie in truth.

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Anais Nin

Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.

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Anais Nin

I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.

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Anais Nin

We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if the...

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Anais Nin

It is my secrecy which makes you unhappy, my evasions, my silences. And so I have found a solution. Whenever you get desperate with my mysteries, my ambiguities, here is a set of Chinese puzzle boxes....

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Anais Nin

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.

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Anais Nin

I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.

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Anais Nin

I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.

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Anais Nin

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.

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Anais Nin

Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.

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Anais Nin

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

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Anais Nin

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...

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Anais Nin

The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.

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Anais Nin

Eroticism is one of the basic means of self-knowledge, as indispensable as poetry.

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Anais Nin

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, & you believe you are living.

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Anais Nin

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...

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Anais Nin

Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction.

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Anais Nin

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

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Anais Nin

Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when...

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Anais Nin

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage "People living deeply have no fear of death.

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Anais Nin

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.

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Anais Nin

He was jealous of her future, and she of his past.

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Anais Nin

From the backstabbing co-worker to the meddling sister-in-law, you are in charge of how you react to the people and events in your life. You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose...

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Anais Nin

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

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Anais Nin

myself ... is merely an instrument to connect life and a myth

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Anais Nin

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ

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Anais Nin

In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable...

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Anais Nin

Will you come down and kiss me good night?

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Anais Nin

It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.

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Anais Nin

The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions...

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Anais Nin

I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.

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Anais Nin

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just as music traverses walls, so sensuality traverses the body and reaches up to ecstasy.

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Anais Nin

Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat.

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Anais Nin

I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live.

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Anais Nin

Societies in decline have no use for visionaries.

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Anais Nin

You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.

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Anais Nin

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...

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Anais Nin

What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not need to be discouraging, because it also...

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Anais Nin

This morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have...

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Anais Nin

You live out the confusions until they become clear.

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Anais Nin

Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime.

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Anais Nin

This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice.

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Anais Nin

I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.

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Anais Nin

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

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Anais Nin

All that is sacred and taboo in the world are meaningless.

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Anais Nin

But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments...

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Anais Nin

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.

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Anais Nin

The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our hearts to cut life into separate and final portions; the pain of this constant ambivalence and interrelation of emotions;...

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Anais Nin

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.

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Anais Nin

I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original...

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Anais Nin

Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death

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Anais Nin

Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? It terrifies...

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Anais Nin

The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.

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Anais Nin

It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before... to test yout limits... to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to stay tight inside the bud was more...

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Anais Nin

Not afraid of poverty and drabness and who is untouched by it, untouched by the drunkenness of her friends; (she) who judges, selects, discards people with severity, who knows, when she is telling her...

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Anais Nin

Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves.

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Anais Nin

I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me

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Anais Nin

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.

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Anais Nin

Each friend represents a world in us.

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Anais Nin

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

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Anais Nin

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,...

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Anais Nin

The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements.

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Anais Nin

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

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Anais Nin

Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.

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Anais Nin

We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act...

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Anais Nin

I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality an illusory world, love, an absolute which it could never obtain,...

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Anais Nin

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

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Anais Nin

We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does...

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Anais Nin

I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife. I think highly of faithfulness. But my temperament belongs to the writer, not to...

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Anais Nin

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

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Anais Nin

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body...

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Anais Nin

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

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Anais Nin

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past,...

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Anais Nin

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

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Anais Nin

I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.

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Anais Nin

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything...

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Anais Nin

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.

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Anais Nin

I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.

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Anais Nin

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic —...

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Anais Nin

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.

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Anais Nin

When one is pretending, the entire body revolts.

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Anais Nin

Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth.

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Anais Nin

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.

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Anais Nin

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

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Anais Nin

He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away.

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Anais Nin

Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver. And one thinks them insincere. Yet I want to believe her. At the same time...

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Anais Nin

I told her, "We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can't think when I am with you. You are like me, wishing...

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Anais Nin

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.

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