“I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.”
—Anaïs Nin (via twice1day)
December 2010
27 posts
“I want to make my own discoveries…penetrate the evil which attracts me…”
—Anaïs Nin (via cheeseandgrits)
“Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.”
—Anaïs Nin (via pseudo-intellectual)
“The room is full of the incandescence you poured into me. The room will explode when I sit at the side of your bed and you talk to me. I don’t hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find it’s way into my blood and make it rise.”
—Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (via hellomeow)
“I submit to life and then I find beautiful explanations for my act.”
—Anaïs Nin (via hellomeow)
“To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.”
—Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1 (via nangarisms)
“The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our hearts to cut life into separate and final portions; the pain of this constant ambivalence and interrelation of emotions; the hunger for frontiers against which we might learn as upon closed doors before we proceed forward; the struggle against diffusion, new beginnings, against finality in acts without finality or end, in our cursedly repercussive being…”
—Anaïs Nin (via pseudo-intellectual)
“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 (via bugeyedmoments)
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‘But then,’ I ask laughing, ‘do men know when they give a woman pleasure or not?’
Dr. Allendy laughs, too. ‘Eighty percent of them never know,’ he says. ‘Some men are sensitive, but many more are vain and they want to believe they do, and many others do not really know.’
” —Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
“As she appeared, the orderly alignment of the city gave way, before this ladder one was invited to climb, standing straight in space like the ladder of Baron Munchausen which lead to the sky.
Only, her ladder lead to fire.” —Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love (via girlabout-town)
Only, her ladder lead to fire.” —Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love (via girlabout-town)
“We may seem to forget a person, a place, a state of being, a past life, but meanwhile what we are doing is selecting a new cast for the reproduction of the same drama, seeking the closest reproduction to the friend, the lover, or the husband we are striving to forget. And one day we open our eyes, and there we are caught in the same pattern, repeating the same story. How could it be otherwise? The design comes from within us. It is internal.”
—Anaïs Nin (via leas)
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She lived entirely by a kind of opportunism, all her acts dictated by the demands of the present situation. She eluded tabulations only to place herself more completely at the disposal of anyone’s fantasy about her.
She kept herself free of all identifications the better to obey someone’s invention about her.
” —Anaïs Nin, Cities of the Interior (via immaculateconsumptive)
“I am overflowing. I talk too much. I love too much. I want to work. I like the confusion in my head because a whirlpool of feelings confuses my mind and destroys its control. I want to live by my feelings. Artistically and humanly, they are of better quality than my analysis.”
—Anaïs Nin (via rainysanctuary)
“For a moment she saw her love anxieties as resembling those of a drug addict, or alcoholics, or gamblers. The same irresistible impulse, tension, compulsion and then depression following the yielding to the impulse, revulsion, bitterness, depression, and the compulsion once more…”
—Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love (via girlabout-town)
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I was eleven years old when I walked into the labyrinth of my diary…
I was walking on a carpet of pages without number. Why had I not numbered the pages? Because I was aware of what I had left out; so much was left out that I had intended to insert, and numbering was impossible, for numbering would mean I had said everything. I was walking up a stairway of words. The words repeated themselves. I was walking on the word pity pity pity pity pity pity. My step covered the whole word each time, but then I saw I was not walking. When the word was the same, it did not move, nor did my feet. The word died. And the anguish came, about the death of this word. The landscape did not change, the walk was without corners; the paths so mysteriously enchained I never knew when I had turned to the right or left. I was walking on the word obsession with naked feet: the trees seemed to press closer together, and breathing was difficult. I was seeking the month, the year, the hour, which might have helped me to return.
” —Anaïs Nin, Under A Glass Bell (via pinpricks)
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I was eleven years old when I walked into the labyrinth of my diary…
I was walking on a carpet of pages without number. Why had I not numbered the pages? Because I was aware of what I had left out; so much was left out that I had intended to insert, and numbering was impossible, for numbering would mean I had said everything. I was walking up a stairway of words. The words repeated themselves. I was walking on the word pity pity pity pity pity pity. My step covered the whole word each time, but then I saw I was not walking. When the word was the same, it did not move, nor did my feet. The word died. And the anguish came, about the death of this word. The landscape did not change, the walk was without corners; the paths so mysteriously enchained I never knew when I had turned to the right or left. I was walking on the word obsession with naked feet: the trees seemed to press closer together, and breathing was difficult. I was seeking the month, the year, the hour, which might have helped me to return.
” —Anaïs Nin, Under A Glass Bell (via pinpricks)
“I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits.”
—Anaïs Nin (via pseudo-intellectual)
