Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality. — Anais Nin Hope Copy Share Image
I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived. — Anais Nin Inspirational Copy Share Image
He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me — Anais Nin Discoveries Copy Share Image
This great handsomeness I took into myself later when he desired me, but I took it as one breathes air, or swallows… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do. — Anais Nin Freedom 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 Action Copy Share Image
Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and… — Anais Nin Contagion Copy Share Image
I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique. — Anais Nin Ideas Copy Share Image
If you are terribly truthful, the ground will always move from under you, and you will have to shift with the constantly… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it… — Anais Nin Being positive Copy Share Image
There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy:… — Anais Nin Hierarchy Copy Share Image
But the artist persists because he has the will to create, and this is the magic power which can transform and transfigure… — Anais Nin Art Copy Share Image
“There are things one reads that make you aware that you have lived nothing, felt nothing, experienced nothing up to that time.… — Anaïs Nin Fall in love Copy Share Image
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against… — Anais Nin Acceptance Copy Share Image
All the art of analysis consists in saying a truth only when the other person is ready for it, has been prepared… — Anais Nin Analysis Copy Share Image
We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in… — Anais Nin Age Copy Share Image
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and… — Anais Nin Death Copy Share Image
I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
One always, sooner or later, comes upon a city which is an image of one's inner cities. Fez is an image of… — Anais Nin Cities Copy Share Image
Don't say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
It amazes me that you feel that each time you write a story you give away one of your dreams and you… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“The physical as a symbol of the spiritual world. The people who keep old rags, old useless objects, who hoard, accumulate: are… — Anaïs Nin Fitness Copy Share Image
At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my… — Anais Nin Analysis 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 Desire Copy Share Image
“I'm talking about equalizing the pressure between outer actions and events which are shattering and devastating to us and then the place… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“When does real love begin? At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too. No, I think there… — Anaïs Nin Change Copy Share Image
