Anais Nin

Writer, Diarist

Anais Nin was a French-Cuban-American diarist and writer known for her exploration of love, identity, and the human psyche in works like 'Delta of Venus'.

Born
February 21, 1903
Died
January 14, 1977
Quotes
520
Rank
#72

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"Most artists have retired too absolutely; they grow rusty, inflexible to the flow of currents."

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"This image of herself as a not ordinary women, an image which was trembling now in his eyes, might suddenly disappear. Nothing more difficult to live up to than men's dreams."

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"In my dreams I sleep with everybody."

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"I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love."

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"The way to recognize a dead word is that it exudes boredom."

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"To the woman with the least intelligence, there must come, at some time or other, the realization that housework is animal work and that there are other occupations in the world a thousand times more refined, more enriching, for which she is also suited and to which she has a right."

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"I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me"

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"All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished."

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"Not afraid of poverty and drabness and who is untouched by it, untouched by the drunkenness of her friends; (she) who judges, selects, discards people with severity, who knows, when she is telling her endless anecdotes, that they are ways of escape, keeping herself all the more secret behind that profuse talk."

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"Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like to take it, to run wild. Is it that which pushes me into lesbianism? It terrifies me. Do women act thus? Does June go to Henry when she wants him? Does she mount him? Does she wait for him? He guides my inexperienced hands. It is like a forest fire, to be with him. New places of my body are aroused and burnt. He is incendiary. I leave him in an unquenchable fever."

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"He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away."

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"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."

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"I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a painful impression of a psychic blindness. With all his science and knowledge, in the mystic world he blundered."

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"He was jealous of her future, and she of his past."

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"I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously."

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"..he made me understand something very important. Whether because I am a Latin, or because I am a neurotic, I have a need of gestures. I am myself expressive, demonstrative; every feeling I have takes on expression: words, gestures, signs, letters, articulateness or action. I need this in others."

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"She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost, she had walked into pure chaos, and not a chaos which carried her like the galloping of romantic riders in operas and legends, but which suddenly revealed the stage props: a papier-mâché horse."

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