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“I want my eroticism mixed with love. And deep love one does not often experience.”
Anais Nin
“Fiction teaches us that the sorrows of living are meaningful. Fiction restores the meaning. The experience which is being lived day by day may seem futile, destructive because the vision of totality is lacking. In the novel it acquires a pattern. It is fiction. It reaches beyond pain to the pattern of meaningfulness which consoles us for all the agonies, and uncovers elevations.”
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume Five 1947-1955
Anaïs Nin, from a novel titled "A Spy in the House of Love," published in 1954
life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage
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"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." -Anais Nin
“I felt him in everything. And what I felt was too deep.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955
[Text ID: I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me — the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.]
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931
oh to be an esoteric female diarist, spending her days yearning and feeling all and nothing
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It may be that we have become more interesting to each other at the expense of trust.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
'But you tell me profound loves do not satisfy you. You crave to give and to receive stronger sensations. I understand, but that is only a phase. You can play the game now and then, to heighten passion, but profound loves are the loves which suit your true self, and they alone will satisfy you. The more you act like yourself the nearer you come to a fulfillment of your real needs. You are still terribly afraid to be hurt; your imaginary sadism shows that. So afraid to be hurt that you want to take the lead and hurt first. I do not despair of reconciling you to your own image.'
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
as if you could not enjoy love without pain.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
In a moment I could destroy the entire legend, from beginning to end, destroy everything, except the fundamentals
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
I always want to see you laughing. It belongs to you.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
The room will explode when I sit at the side of your bed and you talk to me. I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
'Come close to me, come closer. I promise it will be beautiful.'
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
Truth. What ferocity in your quest for it. You destroy and you suffer. In some strange way I am not with you, I am against you. We are destined to hold two truths. I love you and I fight you. And you, the same. We will be stronger for it, each of us, stronger with our love and our hate. When you caricature and nail down and tear apart, I hate you. I want to answer you, not with weak or stupid poetry but with a wonder as strong as your reality.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
To retreat is not feminine, male, or trickery. It is a terror before utter destruction. What we analyze inexorably, will it die? Will June die? Will our love die, suddenly, instantaneously if you should make a caricature of it? Henry, there is a danger in too much knowledge. You have a passion for absolute knowledge. That is why people will hate you.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add me to the sum of her.
Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin
“I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me. The world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign & re-create myself…”