Anais Nin quotes

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

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.

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.

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.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

Dreams are necessary to life.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

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.

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.

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.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

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 personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.

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.

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.

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.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

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.

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.

Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

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.

Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

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.

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.

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.