The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison, was the miracle.” — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“What I corrupted was what is called the truth in favour of a more marvelous world. I could always improve on the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“A marine snail gliding through the familiar city. Only in a dream could I move so gently along with the small human… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“How to live as divided cells — voilà! Something always eludes the scientists, the poets, the stargazers, the biologists, the anthropologists. Something… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Her lack of confidence in life, in realization, in the fulfillment of her desires, in the outcome of a dream, in the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I suffered from other kinds of pangs. I was prone to the most excessive dreaming, of such intensity and realism that when… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Why is that I never get cut off from pity, sympathy, participation, in spite of the fact that I am living out… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream. — 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
