Quote

I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their own fate. It was not a matter of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.

Anais Nin

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Anais Nin
Age: 73 †
Born: 1903
Born: February 21
Died: 1977
Died: January 14
Author
Autobiographer
Diarist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Neuilly
Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell
Anais Nin
Longer
Discovered
Worst
Patient
Moment
Despair
Moments
Luck
Matter
Blame
Good
Confidence
Thinking
Fate
Masters
Patients

More quotes by Anais Nin

Image
Only when the poet and the scientist work in unison will we have living experiences and knowledge of the marvels of the universe as they are being discovered.
Anais Nin
Image
I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.
Anais Nin
Image
The important task of literature is to free man, not to censor him, and that is why Puritanism was the most destructive and evil force which ever oppressed people and their literature: it created hypocrisy, perversion, fears, sterility.
Anais Nin
Image
The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others.
Anais Nin
Image
I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. ANAÏS NIN, Fire: From A Journal of Love The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934-1938 For me, the adventures of the mind, each inflection of thought, each movement, nuance, growth, discovery, is a source of exhilaration.
Anais Nin
Image
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
Anais Nin
Image
The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.
Anais Nin
Image
I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.
Anais Nin
Image
To mistake ugliness for reality is one of the frauds of the realistic school [of writing]. A hunger for the unknown and an aspiration toward beauty were inseparable from civilization. In America the word art was distorted to mean artificial.
Anais Nin
Image
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
Anais Nin
Image
The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.
Anais Nin
Image
In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only the exuberance of action.
Anais Nin
Image
The imagination is far better at inventing tortures than life because the imagination is a demon within us and it knows where to strike, where it hurts. It knows the vulnerable spot, and life does not, our friends and lovers do not, because seldom do they have the imagination equal to the task.
Anais Nin
Image
We see the world as 'we' are, not as 'it' is because it is the I behind the 'eye' that does the seeing.
Anais Nin
Image
I see myself wrapped in lies, which do not seem to penetrate my soul, as if they are not really a part of me. They are like costumes.
Anais Nin
Image
A trite word is an overused word which has lost its identity like an old coat in a second-hand shop. The familiar grows dull and we no longer see, hear, or taste it.
Anais Nin
Image
His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.
Anais Nin
Image
If I fall asleep, it is because I am overloaded. I sleep because one hour with Henry contains five years of my life, and one phrase, one caress answers the expectations of a hundred nights. When I hear him laugh, I say, I have heard Rabelais.. And I swallow his laughter like bread and wine.
Anais Nin
Image
The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements.
Anais Nin
Image
There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection.
Anais Nin