Quotes from Anais Nin

She walked in the shadow of Rango with a great feeling of being taken out of herself, of having no knowledge of what was happening to her, merely a pervading sense of flow.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

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 naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

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

You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.

When you possess light within, you see it externally.

Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore.

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

Is devotion to others a cover for the hungers and the needs of the self, of which one is ashamed? I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not virtue. It was a disguise.

There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

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.

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

It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.

The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.

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.

Electric flesh-arrows... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. It is the gong of the orgasm.

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 withering, of tarnishing.

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