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Anais Nin Quotes - Page 14

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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, instead of

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, instead of transmuting into thoughts, words, into exquisite abstractions, mathematics of emotion in place of violent impact, the volcanic eruptions of fever, lust and delight.

Powerful, Impact, Silence

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.

Men, Humans, Dies

The way to recognize a dead word is that it exudes boredom.

Boredom, Way

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

Hate, I Hate

I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique.

Unique, Ideas, Should

"Fire : From "A Journal of Love" : the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1937". Book by Anais Nin, 1995.

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.

Letting Go, Thirsty, Shackles

although I love a rich life, I hate an overcrowded life. I believe in rumination and lose half the beauty of all things when I am deprived of the time to ruminate.

Time, Hate, Believe

The 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 just spat out my heart.

Morning, Book, Heart

"House of Incest". Book by Anais Nin, 1936.

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

Secret, Needs, Born

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

Jealous, Past

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

she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.

Expansion, Depth, Emotion

I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt.

Falling In Love, Block, Men

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

To write is to descend, to excavate, to go underground.

Writing

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

Abyss

Guilt is the one burden human beings can't bear alone.

Guilt, Bears, Burden

Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires.

Creative, Desire, Doe

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

Beautiful, Writing, Prison

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 happens in a journal!

Busy, Moments, Ends

I have an attitude now that is immovable. I shall remain outside of the world, beyond the temporal, beyond all the organizations of the world. I only believe in poetry.

Attitude, Believe, Organization

"Fire : From "A Journal of Love" : the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1937". Book by Anais Nin, 1995.

There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like.

Doe, Paid, Ugliness

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

Love, Anxiety, Killers

Diary, Feb. 1947

Talk—half-talk, phrases that had no need to be finished, abstractions, Chinese bells played on with cotton-tipped sticks, mock orange blossoms painted on porcelain. The muffled, close, half-talk of soft-fleshed women. The men she had embraced, and the women, all washing against the resonance of my memory. Sound within sound, scene within scene, woman within woman—like acid revealing an invisible script. One woman within another eternally, in a far-reaching procession, shattering my mind into fragments, into quarter tones which no orchestral baton can ever make whole again.

Memories, Men, Orange

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 is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I cant resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.

Love, Kissing, Blood

If a person continues to see only giants, it means he is still seeing the world through the eyes of a child. I have a feeling that man's fear of woman comes from having first seen her as the mother, creator of men.

Mother, Children, Mean

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

Giving, Hats, Strange

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