The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Anais Nin More Quotes by Anais Nin More Quotes From Anais Nin I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from me, will shake and pierce me, will weaken me, and make me tremble and soften and melt. Anais Nin falling-in-love block men Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying 'You gave me the wrong key! Anais Nin wife keys friendship 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. Anais Nin confidence fate good-luck 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. Anais Nin passion life moving I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself. Anais Nin cute-best-friend enough friendship He has, like me, a sense of smell. I let him inhale me, then I slip away. Anais Nin slips like-me smell Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this. Anais Nin born secret needs He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity. Anais Nin pity humiliating ridiculous To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard Anais Nin evolve skins feels Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer. Anais Nin suffering opposites desire I have no fear of God, and yet fear keeps me awake at night,fear of the devil. And if I believe in the devil, I must believe in God. And if evil is abhorrent to me, I must be a saint. Henry, save me from beatification, from the horrors of static perfection. Precipitate me into the inferno. Anais Nin evil night believe She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies, strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts. Anais Nin june winter fall I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams. Anais Nin unique dream bird Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, 'Climb! Anais Nin cities long children The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium. Anais Nin evening want diaries The city was asleep on its right side and shaking with violent nightmares. Long puffs of snoring came out of the chimneys. Its feet were sticking out because the clouds did not cover it altogether. There was a hole in them and the white feathers were falling out. The city had untied all its bridges like so many buttons to feel at ease. Wherever there was a lamplight the city scratched itself until it went out. Anais Nin bridges clouds fall I'm sick of my own romanticism! Anais Nin romanticism my-own sick A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words, that he could never say the magic phrase which would open her being. Anais Nin magic ordinary men Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned. Anais Nin disillusioned killers mercy It is my secrecy which makes you unhappy, my evasions, my silences. And so I have found a solution. Whenever you get desperate with my mysteries, my ambiguities, here is a set of Chinese puzzle boxes. You have always said that I was myself a Chinese puzzle box. When you are in the mood and I baffle your love of confidences, your love of openness, your love of sharing experiences, then open one of the boxes. And in it you will find a story, a story about me and my life. Do you like this idea? Do you think it will help us to live together? Anais Nin silence ideas thinking
