“Every gesture was one of disorder and violence, as if a lioness had come into the room.” — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I have raged at the wall growing between myself and others. I expect intuitive, miraculous understanding, or else I’m disillusioned and don’t… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you.… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I was sure the old man knew nothing about the beatitudes, ecstasies, dazzling reverberations of sexual encounters. Cut out the poetry was… — Anaïs Nin 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 Copy Share Image
“The homosexuals wrote as if they were women. The timid ones wrote about orgies. The frigid ones about frenzied fulfill-ments. The most… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“How do I look to him?" she asked herself. She got up and brought a long mirror towards the window. She stood… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Like the Baron, Mathilde developed a formula for acting out life as a series of roles—that is, by saying to herself in… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“A writer, who was a celebrity in Paris, had entered her shop one day. He was not looking for a hat. He… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“They walked in silence through the little streets of Chinatown. Women from all over the world smiled at them from open windows,… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
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 Image
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic. — 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 creations, and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
