“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.”

—Anaïs Nin

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

—Anaïs Nin

“I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add the sum of me to her.”

—Anaïs Nin

“His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants.”

—Anaïs Nin

“To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained. ”

—Anaïs Nin

“When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.”

—Anaïs Nin.

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”

—Anaïs Nin

“You live out the confusions until they become clear.”

—Anais Nin

“Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It creates the failures. 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.”

—Anais Nin, February 1947

“Don’t wait for it,” I said. “Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to you, then it comes to you. It was only when I wrote my first book that the world I wanted to live opened up to me.”

—Anais Nin (March 1933) This is an amazing women, a strong author and story-teller. Like me, she has kept journals her whole life and hers were published, now famous pieces of literature. Anais’ first volume published began in the 1930s. I love her because of how honest she is in her writing. She goes into detail with experiences she has with friends and what she sees in an artist’s world. At a time she even wrote pieces of erotica and would sell them for ten cents a piece. If she was a woman living in the 30s and did all this, then why not me? This beautiful quote helps me dispell the fear I have to create my work. It’s clear once I get in this space, what I’ve been searching for will arrive. These words give me courage xo

“She moved like a woman tied to the moon…”

—Anaïs Nin.

“I have tried so hard to love, and I can, up to a certain point, and then no further.”

—Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
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