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Anais Nin Quotes - Page 12

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If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child.

Children, Mean, Eye

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

World, Sacred, Taboo

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.

Writing, Two, Reactions

In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.

Hurt, People, Childhood

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

Life, Motivational, Inspiring

Solitude may rust your words.

Solitude, Rust, May

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

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.

Broken, Effort, Connections

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

Dream, Flaws, Failing

Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an artist.

Art, Asia, Language

Adolescence is like cactus.

Cactus, Adolescence

To lie, of course, is to engender insanity.

Lying, Insanity, Courses

"Henry and June: From A Journal of Love: the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin". Book by Anaïs Nin, 1986.

Nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a wordly way.

Long, Perfect, Imagination

"Henry and June: from the unexpurgated diary of Anaïs Nin". Book by Anais Nin, Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, p. 24, 1986.

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

New York, Animal, Missing

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 lives.

Joy, Sensual, Body

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.

Men, Two, Feelings

I have a prejudice against people with money. I have known so many, and none have escaped the corruption of power. In this I am a purist. I love people motivated by love and not by power. If you have money and power, and are motivated by love, you give it all away.

Love You, Power, People

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

Heart, Giving, Fool

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.

Love, Inspirational, Passing By

The Diary of Anais Nin Volume 5 1947-1955: Vol. 5 (1947-1955) (p. 272), Mach 26, 1975.

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 towards experience, that their influence has been enormous.

Attitude, Book, Leaving

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 wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

Life, Children, Pain

The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell of the neurotic.

Cells, Soul, Photographer

Many couples, many people, are not living with real human beings, but with their ghosts. Who has not followed for years the spell of a particular tone of voice, from voice to voice, as the fetishist follows a beautiful foot, scarcely seeing the woman herself? A voice, a mouth, an eye, all stemming from the original fountain of our first desire, directing it, enslaving us, until we choose to unravel the fatal web and free ourselves.

Beautiful, Couple, Real

I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.

Knives, Want, Worship

The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter, a talk on the street, a book, a phrase learned.

Book, Writing, Journey

"French Writers of the Past" by Carol A. Dingle, (p. 126), 2000.

I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.

Real, Drama, Profound

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