The secret of joy is the mastery of pain. — Anaïs Nin Advertisements
She lay in the darkness of her white satin bedroom, the mirrors throwing aureoles of false moonlight, the rows of perfume bottles creating false suspended gardens. — Anaïs Nin, from “Stella,” Winter of Artifice: Three Novelettes (Swallow Press, 1945
But who saved me from the truth? No one ever spared me that. The world needs the truth. No matter how painful. Because when people bury the truth it festers. — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955. (Mariner Books; First edition, March 26, 1975) Originally published 1966.
I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles. — Anaïs Nin, House of Incest. (Swallow Press; 1 edition, January 1, 1958) Originally published 1915.
I fly, I crawl, I weep, I laugh, I swim, I grow, I fall, I need, I want, I follow, I break, I sink, I love, I exist. — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955. (Mariner Books; First edition, March 26, 1975) Originally published 1966.
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my idea of them. — Anaïs Nin
Passion gives me moments of wholeness. — Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume One, 1931-1934 (Mariner Books, 1969)