THE 100 BEST PHRASES OF ANAÏS NIN [WITH IMAGES] - ECONOMÍA - 2025

I leave you the best phrases of Anaïs Nin (February 21, 1903 - January 14, 1977), an American writer with more than 15 published works and whose best-known novel is La casa del incesto.

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-Good things happen to those who hurry.

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

-Dreams are necessary to live.

-Writers don't live one life, they live two. There is living and then there is writing.

-Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you don't know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

-We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.

-The secret of joy is the domain of pain.

-We write to savor life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

-People who live deeply are not afraid of death.

-Luxury is not a necessity for me, but beauty and good things are.

-You can't save people. You can only love them.

-There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality through imagination, as I try to do.

-I postpone death for life, for suffering, for error, for taking risks, for giving, for losing.

-When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

-Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. He dies of blindness, mistakes and betrayals. He dies of disease and scars; dies of exhaustion.

-Life is really known only to those who suffer, lose, resist adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.

-The possession of knowledge does not kill the capacity for wonder or mystery. There is always more mystery.

-Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy and when ordinary life chains me, I escape one way or another. No more walls.

-My ideas do not normally come writing at my table, but in the middle of life.

-Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are less like us.

-The joy of small things is all we have to combat the tragedy of life.

-In chaos there is fertility.

-The only abnormality is the inability to live.

-You can't find love, he finds you. It has to do a bit with destiny, faith and what is written in the stars.

-When one is pretending, the whole body rebels.

-There is no great cosmic meaning for everyone, there is only the meaning that each one of us gives to our life, an individual meaning, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

-I, with a deep instinct, choose a man who draws my strength, who makes great demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

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

-The only abnormality is the inability to love.

-Do not look for the why, in love there is no why, there is no reason, there is no explanation, there are no solutions.

-I think one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live.

-The societies in decline have no use for visionaries.

-The truth is something that cannot be said in a few words. Those that simplify the universe, only reduce the expansion of its meaning.

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

-The personal life deeply lived, always expands in truths beyond itself.

-Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies.

-I hate men who are afraid of the strength of women.

-I want to make my own discoveries, penetrate the evil that attracts me.

-I won't adjust to the world. I am adjusted to myself.

-How wrong is it for a woman to expect a man to build the world she wants, instead of creating it herself.

-When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a dogma, we become automatons. We stop growing.

-If I love you, that means we share the same fantasies, the same follies.

-There are two ways to reach me; the way of kisses and the way of imagination. But there is a hierarchy; kisses alone don't work.

-Our love was like two long shadows that kiss without hope of reality.

-Shame is the lie that someone told you about you.

-Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states that we have to go through. What people fail is that they want to choose a state and stay in it. That is a type of death.

-Each contact with a human being is so strange, so precious, one should preserve it.

-We travel, some forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

-The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.

-I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.

-I write emotional algebra.

-When you get intoxicated by a feeling, no matter what it is, you stop seeing reality or ugliness.

-I am a passionate person who only understands life lyrically, musically, I can understand that feelings are much stronger than reason.

-I don't know where my memory wants to go today.

-The water has always made me think of my first break with my roots.

-My first trip was also the breaking of a bridge, a bridge with Europe and with my father.

-What I love the most is feeling how I travel through the stream of life.

-I wanted to dramatize women's conflicts, I didn't know how aware I was of them then.

-The conflicts of women develop on their own terms, not imitating men.

-Women finding their own language and articulating their own feelings. Thus discovering your own perception.

-I need ecstasy. I am neurotic in the sense that I live in my world.

-I lie down with a pen in this notebook and dream… the dream is my true life.

-I don't know what I expect from you, but it's something like a miracle.

-Abnormal pleasure overrides the taste for normal.

-The impulse to grow and live intensely is so compelling in me that it is impossible for me to resist it.

-I have fought and I have fought to be worthy of you, to be a woman, to be strong and intrepid.

-I have loved you against fear and without hope of happiness.

-I have risked suffering the greatest injury, the most dangerous rivalry.

-I loved you so much that I ran the risk of losing you.

-There are two ways to reach me, through kisses or imagination. But there is a hierarchy; kisses alone are not enough. (Henry and June).

-It is not surprising that I observe his life and realize that mine will never resemble his, because the thought holds mine. (Henry and June).

-In me everything is either adoration and passion, or pity and understanding. I rarely hate, although when I do I hate atrociously. (Henry and June).

-And the day came when the risk of being pressed into a bulb was more painful than the risk of blooming.

-Each friend represents a world within us, a world that was probably not born until they arrived.

-We do not grow chronologically. Sometimes we grow in one dimension and not another, unevenly. We grow partially.

-We are relative. We are mature in one kingdom and childish in another. The past, present and future mix and push us backwards, forwards or fixes us in the present.

-We are made of layers, of cells, of constellations.

-I'm only responsible for my heart. You offered yours to be crushed, darling. Only an idiot would give such a vital organ.

-I'm alone, but I don't need anyone. I don't know why but some people fill in the empty spaces while others emphasize my loneliness. In reality, the ones that satisfy me are the ones that let me live with the idea I have of them.

-I must be a mermaid, I am not afraid of the depths but I am afraid of leading a superficial life.

-In me, there are always at least two women. A desperate and a wild one. One that feels like she's drowning and one that's ready to go on stage.

-You live in this way, protected, in a delicate world, and you think you are living. Then you read a book or travel and discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.

-Monotony, boredom, death. Many live like this, or die like this, without knowing it. They work in offices, drive cars, take walks with their families, raise their children. And suddenly something happens that moves them, wakes them up and saves them from death.

-From the coworker who betrayed you to the nosy sister-in-law, you are responsible for how you react to people and events in your life.

-You can give negative power to your life or you can be happy. Take control and choose to focus on what really matters.

-Those who cannot live fully tend to become destroyers of life.

-If you don't breathe through writing, if you don't cry writing or sing writing, then don't write, because it won't be useful for our culture.

-I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I wake up. Life requires an effort that I cannot bear.

-I know I'm dead. The moment I scream a phrase, my sincerity dies, it becomes a lie whose coldness freezes me.

-Don't say anything because I know you understand me and I'm afraid of your understanding. I am afraid of meeting another person like me and I want so much to find someone like that.

-I am irrevocably alone but I am afraid that my loneliness will be broken and that I will cease to be the person who governs my universe.

-I don't want to be a leader. I refuse to be.

-We are like sculptors, carving in others the image that we seek, that we need, that we love or desire, sometimes against reality, against the good of others. In the end, it is always a disappointment.

-What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, bury it in a place where it will never be lost?

-What we call destiny is actually our character and character can be altered.

-Knowing that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not have to scare us, because it means that we are capable of changing destiny.

-I cried last night. I cried because the process by which I became a woman was painful. I cried because I was no longer a child with blind childish faith. I cried because my eyes were opened to see reality.

-I reject the proportions, measurements and time of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in an ordinary world like ordinary women.

-You lack confidence, you want insatiably to be admired. She lives in the reflections of herself that she sees in the eyes of others. It dares not be authentic.

-I sat for three hours and did not feel the passage of time or boredom from our talk. As long as I could hear her voice, I was lost, blind, outside of me.

-I'm not interested in an ordinary life. I am looking for the most exciting moments. I agree with the surrealists, who seek the wonderful. I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist.

-I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension.

- Not every day I am in what I call a state of grace, I have days of illumination and fever, I have days in which the music in my head stops.

-On my bad days, I fix stockings, can fruit, polish furniture. But while doing this, I feel like I'm not living.

-If I had not created my own world, without a doubt I would have died in someone else's.

-I am pleased with my transformations. I look calm and consistent, but very few know how many women are in me.

-You carry with you a reflection of me, which is part of my being. I dreamed of you, I wished you existed. You will always be part of my life. If I love you, it is because we share, at some point, the same images, the same madness, the same scenario.

-I reserve the right to love different people at the same time and to change my prince frequently.

-Thinking about him during the day takes me out of an ordinary life.

-I don't want to become normal, average, standard. I just want to get stronger, braver to live my life to the fullest, to enjoy more, to experience more. I want to develop more original and less conventional features.

-Do you know what I would say to someone who asked me a description of myself without prior notice? This: ?? !! Because my life is an eternal question mark… but I also have a habit of being surprised.

-I think all those legends about people who transform into animals at night - like the story of the werewolf, for example - were invented by men who saw women, idealized and revered creatures, transform into animals at night, and believed they were demonized.

-Between fights we are intensely happy. Hell and paradise at the same time. We are both free and slaves. Sometimes it seemed that we knew that the only bond that can unite us is frenzy, the same intensity as between lovers and mistresses. (Henry and June).