3 December 2020 Anais Nin Truth is something which can’t be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin 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.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin 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.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
3 December 2020 Anais Nin Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
