Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison, was the miracle.” — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no dream,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I suffered from other kinds of pangs. I was prone to the most excessive dreaming, of such intensity and realism that when… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“To capture the drama of the unconscious, one had to start with the key, and the key was the dream. But the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“How to live as divided cells — voilà! Something always eludes the scientists, the poets, the stargazers, the biologists, the anthropologists. Something… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“A marine snail gliding through the familiar city. Only in a dream could I move so gently along with the small human… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“The drug of love was no escape, for in its coils lie latent dreams of greatness which awaken when men and women… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“And now I lost my last treasure: the dreaming. For nothing in the dreams took the place of the human warmth I… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Why is that I never get cut off from pity, sympathy, participation, in spite of the fact that I am living out… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“It is undeniable that the source of all our miseries comes from our obstinacy in maintaining that Paradise is a garden. The… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“What I corrupted was what is called the truth in favour of a more marvelous world. I could always improve on the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Her lack of confidence in life, in realization, in the fulfillment of her desires, in the outcome of a dream, in the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
This image of herself as a not ordinary women, an image which was trembling now in his eyes, might suddenly disappear. Nothing… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“All through the dream there was a sense of great disorder, of movements which accomplished nothing, of everything being late, of everybody… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“…For love it is never the same. What goes on inside is never the same just like this music which changes every instant. For… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are… — Anais Nin Copy Share
I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less… — Anais Nin Copy Share
We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. — Anais Nin Copy Share
Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat. — Anais Nin Copy Share
Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and… — Anais Nin Copy Share
In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not… — Anais Nin Copy Share
I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated — Anais Nin Copy Share
“Laughter and tears are not separate experiences, with intervals of rest: they rush out together and it is like walking with a sword between… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share
The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. — Anais Nin Copy Share
The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say. Most of the… — Anais Nin Copy Share
I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique. — Anais Nin Copy Share
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