Quotes by Anais Nin
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When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
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.
I know why familles were created, with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally, so that the beautiful balance of life is not destroyed.
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
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.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Dreams are necessary to life.
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
People living deeply have no fear of death.
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.
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