“I said, "If there is an explanation of the mystery, it is this: the love between women is a refuge and an… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. ANAÏS NIN, Fire: From "A Journal… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Don't wait for it," I said. "Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“This openness, which is closed again as soon as we face a partial relationship, the one who understands only one part of… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from… — Anais 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
“Hugo and I yield entirely to each other. We cannot be without each other, we cannot endure discord, war, estrangement, we cannot… — 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
Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become a woman was painful. I wept because I… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I'm in love with New York. It matches my mood. I'm not overwhelmed. It is the suitable scene for my ever ever… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence. Every… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I feel that from the very beginning life played a terrible conjurer’s trick on me. I lost faith in it. It seems… — 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
