Quotes from Anais Nin

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.

What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.

Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you.

The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.

If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses

I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put my mosaics together. I just cry and laugh.

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.

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don't know what grey is. I never did.

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.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

You fall in love with people's minds.

We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out.

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

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.

Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.

The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.

The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and the artist know: magic and power lie in truth.

I love your silences, they are like mine.

In my childhood diary I wrote: "I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.

What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood. There is no drug and no alcohol to equal it.

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.

One handles truths like dynamite.