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Anais Nin Quotes - Page 10

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

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

Self, Balance, Association

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

Passion, Flames, Curiosity

Anais Nin (1977). “DELTA OF VENUS EROTICA”

Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in her.

Doe, Needs, Forget

Diary, Aug. 1937

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

Mind, Want, Submission

The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.

Feelings, Vision, Creation

Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.

Solitude, May, Moments

"Collages" by Anais Nin, (p. 116), 1964.

There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection.

Cancer, Silence, Joy

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.

Dream, Book, Night

To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.

Thinking, Ordinary, Middle

Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.

Home, Thinking, Cities

When I hear of people who weary of each other, I believe it is because they have sought virtues in themselves alone, attractions of physical beauty. Have they based their love on each other's thoughts? Who can weary of thoughts which change every day?

Believe, People, Virtue

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

Love, Friendship, Real

I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.

Love, Flower, Heart

At a lecture I am asked to pronounce my name three times. I try to be slow and emphatic, "Anaïs - Anaïs - Anaïs. You just say "Anna" and then add "ees," with the accent on the "ees."

Names, Trying, Add

"The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume 7 (1966-1974)". Book by Anais Nin, 1981.

One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.

Destiny, Mirrors, Childhood

There is no denying that we are suffering from a collective neurosis and the novel which does not face this is not a novel of our time.

Suffering, Doe, Neurosis

I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived.

Writing, Records, Needed

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

Analysis, Brake, Paralyzed

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 effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.

Dream, Joy, Anxiety

"Children of the Albatross". Book by Anais Nin, 1947.

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.

Inspirational, Funny, New Year

"The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927" by Anaïs Nin, Volume 3, September 2, 2014.

Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets, they act and pretend. I like the character of men better.

Character, Men, Secret

Anais Nin (1977). “DELTA OF VENUS EROTICA”

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

Vision, Madness

"La casa dell'incesto".

Each friend represents a world in us.

World

"Personal Quotes/ Biography". www.imdb.com.

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.

Love, Life, Marriage

Diary, Feb. 1947

perhaps the only magician we have is the artist.

Artist, Magician

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