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Anais Nin Quotes - Page 16

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Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the universe as they are being discovered.

Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the universe as they are being discovered.

Science, Poet, Scientist

There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.

Life, Time, Illumination

Diary entries, 1943.

I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.

Understanding, World, Kingdoms

I believe that in judging our actions we are more severe than professional judges. We judge not only our actions, but our thoughts, our intentions, our secret curses, our hidden hate.

Hate, Believe, Judging

Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.

Art, Loneliness, Balance

The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4, 1944-1947.

the best way to remember a beautiful city or a beautiful painting is to eat something while you are looking at it. The flavor really helps the image to penetrate the body. It fixes it as lacquer does a drawing.

Beautiful, Drawing, Cities

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

Boyfriend, Father, Long

1944 Under a Glass Bell,'Birth'.

If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the strange emotions or sensations we experience.

Life, Cracks, May

The diary taught me that it is in the moments of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately. I learned to choose the heightened moments because they are the moments of revelation.

Emotional, Diaries, Taught

There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two races of men and women lived on earth, the night people and the day people, never meeting face to face except at this moment.

Men, Night, Two

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

Inspirational Love, Fire, States

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

Nothing endures unless it has first been transposed into a myth, and the great advantage of myths is that they are ladies with portable roots.

Roots, Firsts, Advantage

This great handsomeness I took into myself later when he desired me, but I took it as one breathes air, or swallows a snowflake, or yields to the sun.

Yield, Air, Sun

In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only the exuberance of action.

Dream, New York, Laughter

New York has an electronic heart.

New York, Heart

gold never comes to the dreamers - except in dreams.

Dream, Dreamer, Gold

I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.

Essence, Silence, Secret

"Under a Glass Bell". Book by Anais Nin, 1944.

The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive. You do not preserve them in alcohol until the moment you are ready to write about them.

Writing, Alcohol, Live In The Moment

"Woman As Writer" by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, (p. 42), 1978.

Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death

Imagination, Body, Idealism

Great repressions create dualities.

Denial, Duality, Repression

We must protect the minority writers because they are the research workers of literature. They keep it alive. It has been fashionable of late to seek out and force such writers into more popular channels, to the detriment of both writer and an unprepared public.

Minorities, Research, Alive

It amazes me that you feel that each time you write a story you give away one of your dreams and you feel the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love. How is this world made which you enjoy, the friends around me that you love? They came because I first gave away my stories.

Dream, Writing, Giving

To the woman with the least intelligence, there must come, at some time or other, the realization that housework is animal work and that there are other occupations in the world a thousand times more refined, more enriching, for which she is also suited and to which she has a right.

Animal, Realization, World

notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite.

Music, Way, Infinite

Our love lives because I live.

Love Life, Our Love

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