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If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other, if only I could save you all from yourselves. House of Incest (1936)

Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage. French Writers of the Past (2000)

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes one feel as you might when a drowning man holds unto you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic. French Writers of the Past (2000)

The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Straight Answers to Universal Questions (2000)

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live. A Blank Book with Quotes by Women (2002)

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself. The Secrets They Don't Tell (2005)

When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with. (1933)

People living deeply have no fear of death. The Diary Of Anais Nin, Volume Two (1934-1939)

I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding (1960)


В сущности, есть лишь один вид психической ненормальности - неспособность любить (1945)

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