#letters of anaïs nin & henry miller

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Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 9, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

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To stay with you for one night I would throw away my whole life, sacrifice a hundred persons, […] be capable of anything. 

Anaïs Nin, from ‘A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953’

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Henry Miller in a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin

Text ID: a complete hunger for you, a devouring hunger.

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— Anaïs Nin, from a love letter to Henry Miller.

[Text ID: It torments me, to see you just a few hours and then surrender you. When I see you, all that I wanted to say vanishes. The time is so precious and words are extraneous. But you make me so happy, because I can talk to you. There is still too much sacredness clinging to you. I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in a perpetual expectancy. You come and time slips away in a dream. It it only when you go that I realise completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me.]

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- A Literate Passion: Letters of Anais Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953

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I suffer because of myself. It is my own soul all the time that is bothering me.

Henry Miller, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953

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«...cuando pienso cómo aprietas contra mí, cuán ansiosamente abres las piernas y qué humeda estás, Dios, me vuelvo loco de pensar en cómo serías cuando todo se disuelve. Ayer pensé en ti, en cómo ciñes las piernas en torno a mí, de pie, en cómo se tambalea la habitación, en cómo caigo sobre ti en la oscuridad sin saber nada. Y me estremecí y gemí de placer».

Carta de Henry Miller a Anaïs Nin

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Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller d. Feb. 22, 1932, in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

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Aware of you, chaotically.

Anaïs Nin, from ‘A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953′

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Henry Miller in a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin

Text ID: you with your chameleon’s soul giving me a thousand loves, being anchored always in no matter what storm, home wherever we are. In the mornings, continuing where we left off. Resurrection after resurrection.

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“I have been wilfully blind. I wouldn’t have anybody open my eyes to the fact I know now, that you love me as a consolation, as a way of enduring life.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. August 1932

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Do not misunderstand me. I am not asking you to return. It would be meaningless to me if you did, because you would only be doing it at my asking, and that’s useless. You have your book to do, your life to live, and the summer in New York would be awful. I would not want you to come back now. Everything would be all right if you wrote the right kind of letters. But you write the worst letters, letters bad enough to estrange anyone. I have never seen more expressionless, pan-faced letters, in regard to whether I come or do not come etc. More self-centered letters either. That’s what creates distance, not time or a trip. The real distance and separation were always created by your letters.

~Anaïs Nin, Letter to Henry Miller, 15th June, 1941

(Reprinted in A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin Henry Miller, 1932-1953.)

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- A Literate Passion: Letters of Anais Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953

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I am raving mad, I am hungry, and I am frantic because I don’t know which way to turn.

Henry Miller, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953