Anais Nin Quotes

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.

Life is a process of becoming. A combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot make.

Life is a process of becoming. A combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death

“And the day came when the wish to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

No vemos las cosas como son, las vemos como somos nosotros.

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. 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.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.

We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are.

Don't let one cloud obliterate the whole sky.

La vie se rétracte ou se dilate à proportion de notre courage.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.

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.