If you are terribly truthful, the ground will always move from under you, and you will have to shift with the constantly shifting truth. Anais Nin More Quotes by Anais Nin More Quotes From Anais Nin Again I take a taxi to Clichy address, but feel that I do not want to go on loving Henry more actively than he loves me (having realized that nobody will ever love me in that overabundant, overexpressive, overthoughtful, overhuman way I love people), and so I will wait for him. So I ask taxi driver to drop me at the Galeries Lafayette, where I begin to look for a new hat and to shop for Christmas. Pride? I don't know. A kind of wise retreat. I need people too much. So I bury my gigantic defect, my overflow of love, under trivialities, like a child. I amuse myself with a new hat. Anais Nin pride wise children The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions but the love of putting them, and all the strong spices of human relationship which bore a relation to black pepper, paprika, soybean sauce, ketchup and red peppers. Anais Nin black cooking strong He was jealous of her future, and she of his past. Anais Nin jealous past 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. Anais Nin june fire running ..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. Anais Nin expression latin feelings 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. Anais Nin judging secret people We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate. Anais Nin twists passionate lying I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me Anais Nin evil want discovery All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished. Anais Nin mystery tragedy trying The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest. Anais Nin being-single making-love inspirational Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality. Anais Nin kissing two reality What you burnt, broke, and tore is still in my hands. I am the keeper of fragile things and I have kept of you what is indissoluble. Anais Nin fragile-things broke hands Talk—half-talk, phrases that had no need to be finished, abstractions, Chinese bells played on with cotton-tipped sticks, mock orange blossoms painted on porcelain. The muffled, close, half-talk of soft-fleshed women. The men she had embraced, and the women, all washing against the resonance of my memory. Sound within sound, scene within scene, woman within woman—like acid revealing an invisible script. One woman within another eternally, in a far-reaching procession, shattering my mind into fragments, into quarter tones which no orchestral baton can ever make whole again. Anais Nin orange men memories she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience. Anais Nin expansion emotion depth To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice. Anais Nin triumph sacrifice suicide I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark though the witches are all hung, and Christianity and candles have been introduced. Anais Nin dark men believe They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy. Anais Nin fantasy faces men His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it. Anais Nin rhythm devil angel There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions. Anais Nin powerful artist two She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings. Anais Nin desire heart two
