Nin Quotes
I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique.
A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words, that he could never say the magic phrase which would open her being.
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.
... America is the greatest humiliator in existence. It is always cultivating the power you get from humiliating others.
At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.
I am a failure as a writer. The publishers won't publish me, the bookshops won't carry my books, the critics won't write about me. I am excluded from all anthologies, and completely ignored.
In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.
When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.
America hates the artist. It will not admit: the artist is my soul and I want to kill off my soul.
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons.
When you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as lightly as wings, I never know where, too fast, too fast away from me.
You are that to me, an oasis. You drug me and at the same time you give me strength.
In this instant of danger they realized they were each other's reason for living, and into this instant they threw their whole being.
So many broken promises, each day an aborted wish, a lost object, a misplaced unread book, cluttering the room like an attic with discarded possessions.
And it is that which draws me to you, too, for you are the tropics, you have the sun in you, and the softness and the clarity...
His entire body was pleading for reassurance, and if her whole love was not enough what else could she give him to cure his doubt?
The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence.
Her presence had awakened in him a man suddenly whipped by his earlier ideals, whose lost manhood wanted to assert itself in action.
No moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths, and efforts.
But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...
Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel.
Although I was so big, and so rough in many ways, loved hunting, fighting, horseback riding, I loved the piano above everything else...The mountain man's obsession is to get a glimpse of the sea.
What can I say Rango? What can I do to prove to you that I belong to you?
He had appointed her not only guardian angel, but a member of his ideals.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
She lacks the core of sureness, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on reflections of herself in others' eyes. She does not dare to be herself.
I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.
One does not learn to suffer less but to dodge pain.
They clutch and cling and howl when I leave them, but how badly they love.
Introspection does not need to be a still life. It can be an active alchemy.
How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?... I never feel the four walls around the substance of the self, the core. I feel only space. Illimitable space.
Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. But I am more preoccupied with loving.