Expressing feelings is linked directly with creation... In this ability to tap the sources of feeling and imagination lies the secret of abundance. Anais Nin More Quotes by Anais Nin More Quotes From Anais Nin There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite. When men accept the sensitive side of themselves, they come alive. Anais Nin feelings men two 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. Anais Nin suffering-of-others miracle blow 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. Anais Nin psychics beautiful world He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known, because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it. Anais Nin betrayal heartbreak fall At sixteen, Sabina took moon baths, first of all, because everyone else took sun baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous. Anais Nin sixteen moon firsts We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds. Anais Nin exchanging kitchen mind Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it. Anais Nin hopelessness people ... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs. Anais Nin curtains sigh secret I wanted to remember in order to be able to return. Anais Nin return able order The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror. Anais Nin glasses mirrors fall The morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart. Anais Nin heart morning book Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing. Anais Nin vitality essentials writing The child in me could not die as it should have died, because according too legends it must find its father again. The old legends knew, perhaps, that in absence the father becomes glorified, deified, eroticized, and this outrage against God the Father has to be atoned for. The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless. Anais Nin men father children I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. Anais Nin stronger reason feelings We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. Anais Nin musical sound feelings Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same. Anais Nin womanly delicate indirect Poverty is the great reality. That is why the artist seeks it. Anais Nin poverty artist reality We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman. Anais Nin innocent courage believe The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation. Anais Nin mystery pain violence 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. Anais Nin kissing love blood
