Anais Nin Quotes
-
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
-
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.
-
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.
-
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
-
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
-
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.
-
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.
-
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.
-
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
-
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.
-
People living deeply have no fear of death.
-
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
-
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.
-
The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.
-
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
-
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
-
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
-
We write to taste life twice: in the moment and in retrospection.