I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less… — 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… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Expressing feelings is linked directly with creation... In this ability to tap the sources of feeling and imagination lies the secret of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The core of creation is to summon an image and the power to work with the image. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of… — 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
