Anaïs Nin Zitate

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Absage an die Verzweiflung

Under a Glass Bell

Die Frau legt den Schleier ab

Absage an die Verzweiflung

Under a Glass Bell

Collages

Der Künstler als Magier

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

Quelle: In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays

Quelle: Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

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

February 1954 The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5 as quoted in Woman as Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 38
Diary entries (1914 - 1974)
Kontext: 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. It is a materialization, an incarnation of his inner world. Then he hopes to attract others into it. He hopes to impose his particular vision and share it with others. And when the second stage is not reached, the brave artist continues nevertheless. The few moments of communion with the world are worth the pain, for it is a world for others, an inheritance for others, a gift to others, in the end. When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.
We also write to heighten our own awareness of life. We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely. We write as the birds sing, as the primitives dance their rituals. If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.

Winter, 1931-1932
Diary entries (1914 - 1974)
Quelle: The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

As quoted in A Woman's Journal : A Blank Book with Quotes by Women (2002) by Running Press Staff, p. 1932

Quelle: Incest: From a Journal of Love

Quelle: Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

Variante: I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

Quelle: House of Incest

Quelle: Incest: From a Journal of Love

Essais (1595), Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Quelle: The Journals Of Anais Nin

Quelle: Delta of Venus

Quelle: Under a Glass Bell