The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Perhaps a child, like a cat, is so much inside of himself that he does not see himself in the mirror. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The child who is uprooted begins to recognize that what he builds within himself is what will endure, what will withstand shattering… — 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 Copy Share Image
The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If a person continues to see only giants, it means he is still seeing the world through the eyes of a child.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The complaints of the child in us will never cease lamenting until it is consoled, answered, understood. Only then will it lie… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The child in me could not die as it should have died, because according too legends it must find its father again.… — Anais 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
Again I take a taxi to Clichy address, but feel that I do not want to go on loving Henry more actively… — Anais 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… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I have always been tormented by the image of multiplicity of selves. Some days I call it richness, and other days I… — Anais 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
