Anais Nin

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

“There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.”

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”

“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.”

“Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.”

“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.”

“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”

“Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.”

“I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”

“Dreams are necessary to life.”

“People living deeply have no fear of death.”

“The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.”

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”

“I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.”

“I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.”

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

“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.”

“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.”

“We write to taste life twice: in the moment and in retrospection.”

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