Anais Nin

“The unknown is my compass”

— Anaïs Nin

I love your silences, they are like mine.

— Anais Nin

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

— Anais Nin

Jazz is the music of the body.

— Anais Nin

“All I wanted was humor and wisdom.”

— Anaïs Nin

In chaos, there is fertility.

— Anais Nin

Dreams are essential to life.

— Anais Nin

One handles truths like dynamite.

— Anais Nin

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.

— Anais Nin

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

— Anais Nin

The way to recognize a dead word is that it exudes boredom.

— Anais Nin

Mature people relate to each other without the need to merge.

— Anais Nin

“His room was like an explorer's den, a lair of furs, the cave of a magician.”

— Anaïs Nin

My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.

— Anais Nin

I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me

— Anais Nin

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.

— Anais Nin

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

— Anais Nin

Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.

— Anais Nin

When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time…

— Anais Nin

I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.

— Anais Nin

“I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very…

— Anaïs Nin

“I am caught. And he? What does he feel? I am invaded, I lose everything, my mind vacillates, I am only aware…

— Anaïs Nin

I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and…

— Anais Nin

“She lacks the core of sureness, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on reflections of herself in others' eyes. She does not…

— Anaïs Nin

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary…

— Anais Nin

I have a prejudice against people with money. I have known so many, and none have escaped the corruption of power. In…

— Anais Nin

“His theatre was the clouds, where no spectacle repeated itself. On land he was a foreigner. Land for him was stasis, and…

— Anaïs Nin

“She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, the senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful,…

— Anaïs Nin

He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now…

— Anais Nin

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are…

— Anais Nin

The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with…

— Anais Nin

“A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in…

— Anaïs Nin

“You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too. No, I think there…

— Anaïs Nin

“When does real love begin? At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines,…

— Anaïs Nin

“Slowly what she composed with the new day was her own focus, to bring together body and mind. This was made with…

— Anaïs Nin

We also write to heighten our own awareness of life... We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection...…

— Anais Nin

Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind…

— Anais Nin

She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had…

— Anais Nin

“I was sure the old man knew nothing about the beatitudes, ecstasies, dazzling reverberations of sexual encounters. Cut out the poetry was…

— Anaïs Nin

“As June walked toward me from the darkness of the garden into the light of the door, I saw for the first…

— Anaïs Nin