Quotes from Anais Nin

One handles truths like dynamite. Literature is one vast hypocrisy, a giant deception, treachery. All writers have concealed more than they revealed.

All the art of analysis consists in saying a truth only when the other person is ready for it, has been prepared for it by an organic process of gradation and evolution.

If you are terribly truthful, the ground will always move from under you, and you will have to shift with the constantly shifting truth.

One may gain one truth at the expense of another.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.

Through love, through friendship, a heart lives more than one life.

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.

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

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

You marry the day you realize the human defects of your love.

To love and to labor is the sum of living.

I spell 'god' with a small 'g' because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him.

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.

... only love begets love.

Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.

Our love lives because I live.

What I cannot love, I overlook.

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

I can't let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.

The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.