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Anais Nin Quotes - Page 15

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But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic

But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have told of my descent into a sensuality which was as dark, as magnificent, as wild, as my moments of mystic creation have been dazzling, ecstatic, exalted.

Lying, Dark, Moments

She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings.

Heart, Two, Desire

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.

Dream, Sleep

I write emotional algebra.

Writing, Emotional, Algebra

I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.

Friendship, Cute Best Friend, Enough

Memory is a great betrayer.

Memories

When I don't write, I feel my world shrink. I lose my fire, my color.

Writing, Fire, Color

For all of my patients sensuality is a giving in to 'the low side of their nature.' Puritanism is powerful and distorts their life with a total anesthesia of the senses. If you atrophy one sense, you also atrophy all the others, a sensuous and physical connection with nature, with art, with food, with other human beings.

Art, Powerful, Giving

The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.

Inspirational, Being Single, Making Love

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, February 1932.

What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.

Hands, Broke, Fragile Things

[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.

Cities, Paris, Giving

I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.

Book, Giving, Extravagance

Poverty is the great reality. That is why the artist seeks it.

Artist, Reality, Poverty

Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.

Ordinary, Doe, True Happiness

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932.

Dreams are essential to life.

Inspirational, Dream, Psychics

When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings...As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.

Order, World, Pressure

The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted.

Unconscious, Ifs, Disregarded

"The Novel of the Future". Book by Anais Nin, 1969.

... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.

Secret, Curtains, Sigh

Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.

Travel, Paradise, Illusion

... only love begets love.

Love Is, Only Love, Begets

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

Kissing, Reality, Two

Asia discovered two remedies for the cruelty of man, art and religion. America discarded both and is drowning in hate and aggressivity.

Art, Hate, Men

Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress, my hairdresser, my makeup, it will all work the same way. They do not conceive of the witchcraft that is needed. They do not know that I am not beautiful but that I only appear to be at certain moments.

Beautiful, Makeup, Thinking

"Henry and June". Book by Anais Nin, 1986.

Every individual is representative of the whole . . . and should be intimately understood, and this would give a far greater understanding of mass movements and sociology.

Giving, Understanding, Individuality

Self-destructive patterns cause as much suffering as outer catastrophes.

Self, Suffering, Patterns

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