#nin's diary

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

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Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. IV: 1944-1947

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Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?

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The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1939

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Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927, volume 3. Source

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Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1932

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Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

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Of beauty, hierarchic, gothic, classical.

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955���1966, (1977)

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At night, books, talk, passion.

— Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920

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I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

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I had a sense of preparation for a love to come. Like the extension of canopies, the unrolling of ceremonial carpets, as if I must first create a marvelous world in which to house it, in which to receive adequately this guest of honor.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume One 1931-1934, Anaïs Nin

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I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.

Anais Nin

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You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 1

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To restore to sensuality its nobility.

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955–1966, (1977)