Explore Quotes by Anais Nin

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

The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.

Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I cant resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter, a talk on the street, a book, a phrase learned.

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

Love men and women not for their strength but their softness, not for their fullness but their hunger, not for their plenty but their need.

I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.

We are all engaged in the task of peeling off the false selves, the programmed selves, the selves created by our families, our culture, our religions. It is an enormous task because the history of women has been as incompletely told as the history of blacks.

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage "People living deeply have no fear of death.

To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.

Violence is a symptom of impotence.

I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.

To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally one should not continue to live with the same objects. They reflect one's mind and psyche of yesterday. I throw away what has no dynamic, living use.

One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make - to part with one's faith, one's love, when one would prefer to renew the faith and recreate the passion.

I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their own fate. It was not a matter of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.