Anais Nin Quotes

Even with my wife, I find sharing soup is hard.

People are dying to tell you their secrets; it's just a matter of getting the conversation going in the right direction. If you just let people fill the silence, they will let you the most extraordinary things. I sometimes wonder if afterward they remember what they've said.

I don't like talking about my relationships.

Your distance from your partner is the distance from your heart. The things that make relationships difficult are some of the most precious aspects to us.

Remember, intimacy increases with honesty. Share less to keep people away and more to draw them closer.

Closeness can lead to emotions other than love. It's the ones who have been too intimate with you, lived in too close quarters, seen too much of your pain or envy or, perhaps more than anything, your shame, who, at the crucial moment, can be too easy to cut out, to exile, to expel, to kill off.

But I think if it's the right person, you wouldn't have to work so hard at intimacy. I think—hope—it would just happen naturally. Otherwise, opening up to the wrong person..." I made a face. "Like putting ammo in their hands.

There will just always be a distance between you and the people around you. Now, [Hillary Clinton] can clearly emotionally connect with her intimates within the zone of trust. It's just the wall outside the zone of trust is so impermeable.

Our proximity keeps us honest. Our intentions keep us strangers.

Fear is the great enemy of intimacy. Fear makes us run away from each other or cling to each other but does not create true intimacy.

Never reveal all of yourself to other people; hold back something in reserve so that people are never quite sure if they really know you.

As part of my relationship with my wife and my daughter, and we share everything and talk about everything.

Games are a compromise between intimacy and keeping intimacy away.

There is an instinct that emerges when we get quiet with people. We know who's close.

I never talk about my private life.

My problem is with intimacy. That's where I have my biggest problems.

I find it really hard to be close to anybody.

I am not a very private person, but there are certain things that I don't want to share with everyone.

To find love is the great human undertaking...and it's always complicated by our compulsions and unconscious patterns, to say nothing of issues of trust and control.

Okay. Then...I can talk. Ask me something." "Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?" I cringe and say, "Well, I...I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?"... "Maybe you were cut out for Candor," he says, "because you're a terrible liar.

His fingers leave streaks of cold on my skin, invisible to the eye, and I think about wrapping his shirt around my fist and pulling him in to kiss me; I think about pressing myself against him, but I can't, because all our secrets would keep a space between us.

...available people are the ones who are dangerous, because they confront us with the possibility of real intimacy.

My mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. "I have rules about who I take there." I was getting really tired of that answer. "If you showed me, you'd have to kill me?" I guessed, fighting the urge to feel irritated. "Once I'm inside, I can never leave?" Patch studied me a moment. Then he reached into his pocket, twisted a key off his key chain, and slipped it into the front pocket of my pajama top. "Once you've gone inside, you have to keep coming back.

I'm busy communicating ideas.... I want you to know what I'm thinking. If you feel a connection, good. If you don't, fine.

The more you think that you are watching a show about sex, the more you ultimately are watching a show about the challenges of just connecting with human beings and being intimate.