Anaïs Nin Quotes
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body’s breath, and the stri...
Show MoreAm I creating my own isolation? It seems to me that most of my acts are acts of integrity. So much t...
Show MorePerhaps behind our occasional hostility toward the artist and writer there may be a slight tinge of ...
Show MoreFor our anxiety is the one thing we cannot place on the shoulders of others, it suffocates them.
What is the greatest need of human beings? What is it they seek from me always? Intimacy. I listen w...
Show MoreThrough books I discovered everything to be loved, explored, visited, communed with. I was enriched ...
Show MoreWe travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Now, his hair is white and he no longer understands anyone's need to love, for he has lost everythin...
Show MoreOf course, you'll defend Jay," says Rango, He was a part of your former life, of your former values....
Show MoreBut love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloo...
Show MoreHe had appointed her not only guardian angel, but a member of his ideals.
He failed to see that it contained at once all of Djuna's wishes which had been denied, and these wi...
Show MoreLove the great narcotic was the revealer in the alchemist's bottle rendering visible the most untrac...
Show MoreWhen you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as ...
Show MoreAli Baba protects the lovers! Gives them the luck of bandits, and no guilt, for love fills certain p...
Show MoreDjuna had wanted a life of desire and freedom, not luxury but beauty, not security but fulfillment, ...
Show MoreNo moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a carele...
Show MoreMen from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel.
The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whol...
Show MoreThe magic beauty of simultaneity, to see the loved one rushing toward you at the same moment you are...
Show MoreThese rituals Rango could not sustain, for he could not maintain the effort to arrive on time since ...
Show MoreWhen you trust, you are tender and delicate, but when you doubt, you are dangerous and destructive
Every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and colors in the self. What flows through the veins...
Show MoreEvery lover could be brought to trial as the murderer of his own love. When something hurts you, sad...
Show MoreHis entire body was pleading for reassurance, and if her whole love was not enough what else could s...
Show MoreAlthough I was so big, and so rough in many ways, loved hunting, fighting, horseback riding, I loved...
Show MoreNo man and woman know what will be born in the darkness of their intermingling; so much besides chil...
Show MoreI am sure you would not understand if I told you my father is delightfully clear and selfish, tender...
Show MoreAnd it is that which draws me to you, too, for you are the tropics, you have the sun in you, and the...
Show MoreWhat can I say Rango? What can I do to prove to you that I belong to you?
So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, clutterin...
Show MoreI loved your breaking down that door, repeated Djuna. Through Rango she had breathed some other real...
Show MoreThe fascination exerted by one human being over another is not what he emits of his personality at t...
Show MoreIn this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this inst...
Show MoreHer presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wa...
Show MoreYou are that to me, an oasis. You drug me and at the same time you give me strength.
Paul, Paul, this is the claim you never made, the fervor you never showed. You were so cool and ligh...
Show MoreNo privacy left. No manners.
I stress the expansion and elaboration of language. In simplifying it, reducing it, we reduce the po...
Show MoreFucking is an art. The mere fact of introducing the cock in the cunt and moving it in and out until ...
Show MoreWe don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
Beware of allowing a tactless word rebuttal a rejection to obliterate the whole sky.
Each friend represents a world in us a world possibly not born until they arrive and it is only by...
Show MoreWhen you make a world tolerable for yourself you make a world tolerable for others.
What I cannot love I overlook.
We speak of the masculine and the feminine, but they are the wrong labels. It is really more a matte...
Show MoreThere is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his fee...
Show MoreReality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shack...
Show MoreThere are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illuminat...
Show MoreWe do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves i...
Show MoreShe was sewing together the little proofs of his devotion out of which to make a garment for her tat...
Show MoreHe had never seen her body so abandoned, so unconscious of all but the desire to be taken and satisf...
Show MoreEvery gesture was one of disorder and violence, as if a lioness had come into the room.
There are women’s voices that sound like poetic, unearthly echoes. Then they change. The eyes change...
Show MoreI walked into my own book, seeking peace.It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dre...
Show MoreA voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it wo...
Show MoreOver and over again I sail towards joy, which is never in the room with me, but always near me, acro...
Show MoreThey clutch and cling and howl when I leave them, but how badly they love.
I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.
I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ...
Show MoreWherever there is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.
The writer is the duelist who never fights at the stated hour, who gathers up an insult, like anothe...
Show MoreThere is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.
I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lo...
Show MoreI love you, June, and you know how acutely, how desperately. You know that no one can say or do anyt...
Show MoreLove reduces the complexity of living. It amazes me that when Henry walks towards the cafe table whe...
Show MoreThe impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will ...
Show MoreOne does not learn to suffer less but to dodge pain.
Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept becau...
Show MoreI wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet acc...
Show MoreDr Allendy said that it was necessary to become equal to life, that the romantic was defeated by lif...
Show MoreNo one was ever born without that light or flame of life. Some event, some person stifles or drowns ...
Show MoreWhat you call your lies are fiction and myths. The art of creating a disguise can be as beautiful as...
Show MoreWe are dancing on our irony as upon the top of glowing sparks.
Confront all the angry thoughts, feelings, the jealousies and condemnations, to find their cause, se...
Show MoreWhat we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge tha...
Show MoreA big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the fe...
Show MoreI don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the c...
Show MoreMen can be in love with literary figures, with poetic and mythological figures, but let them meet wi...
Show MoreI never lose sight of the whole. An impeccable dress is made to be lived in, to be torn, wet, staine...
Show MoreThe relief of opening one's hand and letting go was immense. But soon after, I tightened again. A de...
Show MoreDo you have regrets that we were so overwhelmed? Do you ever wish to live those hours over again and...
Show MoreEverything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though wh...
Show MoreI am not always just living, just following all my fantasies; I come up for air, for understanding.
My attraction to drugs is based on an immense desire to annihilate awareness.
Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.
The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two bei...
Show MoreWe did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.
The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is dest...
Show MoreThen at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up...
Show MoreI hate men who are afraid of women's strength.
She lacks the core of sureness, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on reflections of hersel...
Show MoreWomen always think that when they have my shoes, my dress , my hairdresser, my make-up, it will all ...
Show MoreAnd sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out, which is your feeling...
Show MoreLast night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept becau...
Show MoreEverything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though wh...
Show MoreThere are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierar...
Show MoreDo not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
This great handsomeness I took into myself later when he desired me, but I took it as one breathes a...
Show MoreWhat can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I...
Show MoreWhen she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, ...
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