Anaïs Nin quotes
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage. 
Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves. 
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living. 
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. 
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. 
The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say. 
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery. 
How wrong is it for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself? Anaïs Nin Short quotes ⇑
Short Quotes
In chaos, there is fertility. 
All Anaïs Nin quotes ⇑
I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.
I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.
What I cannot love, I overlook.
Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.
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.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terror, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
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.
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.