Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell, known as Anaïs Nin, was a diarist, writer, writer, and essayist of both brief tales and erotica. These Anaïs Nin quotes uncover moving experiences on self-disclosure, connections, travel, and the sky is the limit from there.
Brought into the world to Cuban guardians in France, she spent her young life among Cuba and Spain and a time of 16 years in Paris, prior to laying down a good foundation for herself as a creator in America.
From the age of eleven, Nin composed productively in diaries. A considerable lot of these journals uncovered her confidential considerations, relationships, and numerous issues when distributed. As well as journaling, Nin composed a few books, expositions, brief tales, basic examinations, and volumes of erotica.
The Feminist Movement of the 1960s made her a well known speaker at numerous colleges, while a flood of interest in her life and her contemplations on sexuality prompted the post mortem arrival of Delta of Venus, Little Birds, and different works after her demise in 1977.
Strong, tempting, and unashamedly female, these Anaïs Nin quotes characterize an inheritance that stays famous today. Here are her best words in a single spot.
-I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.
-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, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
-If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.
-The enemy of a love is never outside, it’s not a man or a woman, it’s what we lack in ourselves.
A Spy in the House of Love
-You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.
-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 I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. 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.
-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.
-The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.
-I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
-The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
-Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.
-The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
-Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
Henry and June
-One word I would banish from the dictionary is ‘escape.’ Just banish that and you’ll be fine. Because that word has been misused regarding anybody who wanted to move away from a certain spot and wanted to grow.
-I write emotional algebra.
-I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live.
-Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
-I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
-There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
-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 not fit them.
-The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
-Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.
-Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.
-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.
-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.
Fire: From A Journal of Love
-Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
-You don’t find love, it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars.
-I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.
-I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.
-Societies in decline have no use for visionaries.
-To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.
-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 and more unconventional traits.
-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.
-Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and then it ceases feeding on you.
-Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.
-There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
-He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.
-In chaos, there is fertility.
-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.
-Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
-Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
-Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.
Delta of Venus
-What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered.
-Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.
-The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.
-Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.
-Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
-Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.
-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.
-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 happiness instead.
-How wrong is it for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself?
-If you limit yourself only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.
-Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
-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.
The Diary of 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.
-When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons.
-You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too.
-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.
-When one is pretending, the entire body revolts.
-Stories do not end.
-My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.
-I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
-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.
-When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
-The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison, was the miracle.
-Passion gives me moments of wholeness.
-It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.
-I know why families were created, with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.
-If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.
-We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art–we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.
-In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays
-Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
-Truth is something which can’t be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.