"We see the world as 'we' are, not as 'it' is; because it is the "I" behind the 'eye' that does the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The imagination is far better at inventing tortures than life because the imagination is a demon within us and it knows where… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
the best way to remember a beautiful city or a beautiful painting is to eat something while you are looking at it.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not… — 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
What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for… — 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
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The theme of the diary is always the personal, but it does not mean only a personal story: it means a personal… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Often, though, the passivity of the woman's role weighs on me, suffocates me. Rather than wait for his pleasure, I would like… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There is no denying that we are suffering from a collective neurosis and the novel which does not face this is not… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Analysis does not take into account the creative products of neurotic desires. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the… — 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
