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Anais Nin Quotes - Page 21

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I told her, We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can't think when I am with you. You are like me, wishing for a perfect

I told her, "We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can't think when I am with you. You are like me, wishing for a perfect moment, but nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way. Neither one of us can say just the right thing. We are overwhelmed. Let us be overwhelmed. It is so lovely, so lovely. I love you June.

Love You, Thinking, June

My diary seems to keep me whole.

Diaries, Journal, Whole

Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? It terrifies me. Do women act thus? Does June go to Henry when she wants him? Does she mount him? Does she wait for him? He guides my inexperienced hands. It is like a forest fire, to be with him. New places of my body are aroused and burnt. He is incendiary. I leave him in an unquenchable fever.

Running, Fire, June

Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime.

Political, Gone, Serious

I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very faithful wife. I think highly of faithfulness. But my temperament belongs to the writer, not to the woman

Believe, Thinking, Wife

Acapulco in the sunset seems like a balm; it enters the blood like a drug after one inhalation of the scent of flowers, one glimpse of the bay iridescent like silk, the sunset like the inside of a shell, so much like the flesh of Venus.

Flower, Sunset, Blood

One always, sooner or later, comes upon a city which is an image of one's inner cities. Fez is an image of my inner self. ... The layers of the city of Fez are like the layers and secrecies of the inner life. One needs a guide. ... There were in Fez, as in my life, streets which led nowhere, impasses which remained a mystery.

Self, Cities, Needs

America hates the artist. It will not admit: the artist is my soul and I want to kill off my soul.

Hate, Artist, America

I spell 'god' with a small 'g' because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him.

Believe, Swear, Spells

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.

Giving, Body, Used

"The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)". Book by Anais Nin, 1970.

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.

Ridiculous, Pity, Humiliating

At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.

Confused, World, Firsts

You marry the day you realize the human defects of your love.

Realizing, Defects, Humans

The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.

Summer, Paws, Summer Days

The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.

Diaries, Want, Evening

When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.

World, Care, Firsts

atrophy of feeling creates criminals.

Feelings, Criminals, Crime

I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark though the witches are all hung, and Christianity and candles have been introduced.

Believe, Dark, Men

..he made me understand something very important. Whether because I am a Latin, or because I am a neurotic, I have a need of gestures. I am myself expressive, demonstrative; every feeling I have takes on expression: words, gestures, signs, letters, articulateness or action. I need this in others.

Latin, Expression, Feelings

I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me

Discovery, Evil, Want

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