We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect. — Anais Nin Anais-nin Copy Share Image
This diary is my kief, hashish and opium pipe. This is my drug and my vice. — Anais Nin Addiction Copy Share Image
notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought. — Anais Nin Chance Copy Share Image
To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
... America is the greatest humiliator in existence. It is always cultivating the power you get from humiliating others. — Anais Nin America Copy Share Image
I see myself wrapped in lies, which do not seem to penetrate my soul, as if they are not really a part… — Anais Nin Costumes Copy Share Image
The risk it takes to remain tight inside the bud is more painful than the risk it takes to blossom. We don't… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence,… — Anais Nin Absence Copy Share Image
“He worked on small canvases with a touch as light as a cobweb and coloring made of mirages. He lived there, at… — Anaïs Nin Artist Copy Share Image
I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Our talks are wonderful, interplays, not duels but swift illuminations of one another. I can make his tentative thoughts click. He enlarges… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
While analyzing so many people I realized the constant need of a mother, or a father, or a god (the same thing)… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“As he sits there, I feel that I can see his mind as I see his body, and it is labyrinthine, fertile,… — Anaïs Nin Psychology Copy Share Image
We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Every individual is representative of the whole . . . and should be intimately understood, and this would give a far greater… — Anais Nin Giving Copy Share Image
The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive.… — Anais Nin Alcohol 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 City Copy Share Image
“Do you know what I would answer to someone who asked me for a description of myself, in a hurry? This: ??… — Anaïs Nin Books Copy Share Image
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and… — Anais Nin Body Copy Share Image
Talk—half-talk, phrases that had no need to be finished, abstractions, Chinese bells played on with cotton-tipped sticks, mock orange blossoms painted on… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“You know, Lillian, someday I will sit down and write a little dictionary for you, a little Chinese dictionary. In it I… — Anaïs Nin Language Copy Share Image
The city was asleep on its right side and shaking with violent nightmares. Long puffs of snoring came out of the chimneys.… — Anais Nin Bridges 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 Dreaming Copy Share Image
“Her elongated eyes did not close as other women's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards, the two… — Anaïs Nin Anais-nin Copy Share Image
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
To write at the same temperature at which I live I should write nothing but poetry. — Anais Nin Poetry Copy Share Image
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself. — Anais Nin Life Copy Share Image
There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through. — Anais Nin Dreams Copy Share Image
I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life. — Anais Nin Analysis Copy Share Image
We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream. — Anais Nin Dream Copy Share Image
