Anais Nin

I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one. I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe.

Anais Nin

I have this weird obsession about buying books and looking at them with a smile, even if I won’t read them soon. At least they are mine now.

Anais Nin

I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love.

Anais Nin

I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometers.

Anais Nin

I love beauty but I find it easier to reject it now because I love other things more than beauty: genius, passion, nature – all of which are often manifested without beauty of form. I love ugliness because it expresses strength.

Anais Nin

I love man as creator, lover, husband, friend, but man the father I do not trust. I do not believe in man as father. I do not trust man as father.

Anais Nin

I love your silences, they are like mine.

Anais Nin

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.

Anais Nin

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

Anais Nin

I never lose sight of the whole. An impeccable dress is made to be lived in, to be torn, wet, stained, crumpled.

Anais Nin