July 2010
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to...
– Anaïs Nin
June 2010
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I cannot grasp the core of June. Everything Henry has said about her is true.
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– Anaïs Nin (via bloodandblacklace)
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Henry & June
Henry Miller: All right, I'll tell you. June appeared like an angel, and I offered her a fool's faith. She was a taxi dancer. I paid my dime, she put her head on my shoulder, but then the lies began. She told me her mother was a gypsy and her father was a count. Later, I saw a film and realized she swiped her whole childhood right out of the film.
Anaïs Nin: And so?
Henry Miller: So I married her.
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Is it always to be the same? One does not meet the match to one’s state of...
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (p. 180)
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I write about [Hugo] as one writes about God, with traditional faith. His...
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (p. 150)
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You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they...
– Anaïs Nin (via thechocolatebrigade)
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We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.
– Anaïs Nin
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After what I revealed to Henry about my life, I was in despair. It was as if I...
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (p. 142)
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I can only feel the now.
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (p. 77)
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I think about him most of the day. But I would never let Henry touch me. I...
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (p. 40)
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I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images...
– Anaïs Nin
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We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for,...
– Anaïs Nin (via megrant)
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I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my...
– Anaïs Nin (via wreminiscence)
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You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll...
– Anaïs Nin (via azurill)
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension,...
– Anaïs Nin (via onceuponapoet)
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I have an unfortunate weakness, I cannot bloom in the cold, the impersonal. So I...
– Anaïs Nin, Volume Three 1939-1944 (p. 66) (via thebookpeople)
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And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more...
– ”Risk” by Anaïs Nin (via aalifarag)
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I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the...
– Anaïs Nin (via thechocolatebrigade)
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Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble...
– Anaïs Nin (via zazarivera)
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Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from...
– Anais Nin (via amelianguyenbitches)
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A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays...
– Anais Nin (via amelianguyenbitches)
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I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes...
– Anaïs Nin (via hungrylikeawolf)
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Tell me she is not just a beautiful image.
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
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You carry your vision, and I mine, and they have mingled. If at moments I see...
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June
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I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom...
– Anaïs Nin
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The only abnormality is the inability to love.
– Anaïs Nin
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Anaïs Nin Myth of the Day #4
Myth #4: Anaïs Nin was fluent in three languages: French, Spanish, and English.
Fact: When Anaïs Nin’s father, Joaquín Nin, abandoned his family in Arachon, France, in 1913, she, her mother and her two younger brothers went to Barcelona and stayed with Joaquín’s parents. During the year or so they spent in Spain, Anaïs learned her Spanish. When the fatherless family arrived in New York in 1914,...
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The Official Anaïs Nin Blog →
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Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.
– Anaïs Nin
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Your eyes make me shy.
– Anaïs Nin (via kari-shma, via quote-book)
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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...
– Anaïs Nin (via ohsaudade)
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That is the weakest way of enjoying life: to let it whip you…. Pain is something...
– Anaïs Nin