Anais Nin Quotes About Madness

Quotes about: Madness

• When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.

  Anais Nin

  Love, Mean, Different

  Anaïs Nin, “The Diary Of Anaïs Nin, Volume 1: 1931-1934”

• If I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses

  Anais Nin

  Love You, Mean, Madness

  Anaïs Nin, “The Diary Of Anaïs Nin, Volume 1: 1931-1934”

• I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

  Anais Nin

  Dream, Book, Night

• With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of madness... something devouring that could lick a man all over like a flame, annihilate him, with a pleasure never known before.

  Anais Nin

  Eye, Men, Flames

• You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment, the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.

  Anais Nin

  Love You, Reflection, Madness

• Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

  Anais Nin

  Inspirational, Madness, Creation

  "Fire". Diary entries, October 18, 1936.

• I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put my mosaics together. I just cry and laugh.

  Anais Nin

  Laughing, Together, Doe

• There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.

  Anais Nin

  Vision, Madness

  "La casa dell'incesto".

• At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my illusions with analysis, science, and learning Henry’s language, entering Henry’s world. I wanted to destroy by violence and animalism my tenuous fantasies and illusions and my hypersensitivity. A kind of suicide. The ignominy awakened me. Then June came and answered the cravings of my imagination and saved me. Or perhaps she killed me, for now I am started on a course of madness.

  Anais Nin

  Suicide, June, Imagination

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