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 Copy Share Image
I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Idealism is the death of the body and the imagination. All but freedom, utter freedom, is death — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book(Lady Chatterley, for… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“In art, in history man fights his fears, he wants to live forever, he is afraid of death, he wants to work… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I see ashes under the skin of her face. Disintegration. What terrible anxiety I feel. I want to put my arms around… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“His theatre was the clouds, where no spectacle repeated itself. On land he was a foreigner. Land for him was stasis, and… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
That is my essential reason for writing, not for fame, not to be celebrated after death, but to heighten and create life… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Nothing seems true today except the death of the goldfish who used to make love at ninety kilometers an hour in the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to… — anais nin Copy Share Image
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you… — 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
