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Anais Nin Quotes - Page 9

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We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out.

We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out.

Love Is, Self, Wish

I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won't read them soon. At least they are mine now.

Book, Buying, Obsession

I see myself wrapped in lies, which do not seem to penetrate my soul, as if they are not really a part of me. They are like costumes.

Lying, Soul, Costumes

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

In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.

Trials, Scene, Accusation

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

Ordinary World, Want, Proportion

Diary entries, March 25, 1933.

It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.

Firsts, Humans, Housework

destruction is ultimately self-destruction.

Self, Self Destruction, Destruction

The earth is heavy and opaque without dreams.

Dream, Earth, Opaque

Don't say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you.

Lonely, Broken, Understanding

Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned.

Killers, Mercy, Disillusioned

I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less creative the next day.

Strong, Next Day, Knowing

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

Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and then it ceases feeding on you.

People, Monsters, Creation

There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

Powerful, Artist, Two

A trite word is an overused word which has lost its identity like an old coat in a second-hand shop. The familiar grows dull and we no longer see, hear, or taste it.

Hands, Identity, Coats

The creative personality never remains fixed on the first world it discovers. It never resigns itself to anything.

Personality, Creative, World

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

Everything but happiness is neurosis.

Neurosis

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, February 15, 1936.

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.

Writing, Commitment, Culture

"Woman as Writer" by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, (p. 38), 1978.

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

Life, Writing, Ideas

Expressing feelings is linked directly with creation... In this ability to tap the sources of feeling and imagination lies the secret of abundance.

Lying, Imagination, Feelings

I palliate the sufferings of others. yes I see myself as softening the blows, dissolving acids, neutralizing poisons, every moment of the day. I try to fulfill the wishes of others, to perform miracles. I exert myself performing miracles.

Blow, Suffering Of Others, Miracle

Either one fails in one's art or in one's life.

Art, Failing

Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we lost our center and have to find it again.

Life, Journey, Culture

I can elect something I love and absorb myself in it.

Hobbies, I Can

Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.

Night, Hammocks, Lovers

The complaints of the child in us will never cease lamenting until it is consoled, answered, understood. Only then will it lie still in us, like our fears. It will die in peace and leave us what the child leaves to the man - the sense of wonder.

Children, Lying, Men

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