I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
This image of herself as a not ordinary women, an image which was trembling now in his eyes, might suddenly disappear. Nothing… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“All through the dream there was a sense of great disorder, of movements which accomplished nothing, of everything being late, of everybody… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“It is undeniable that the source of all our miseries comes from our obstinacy in maintaining that Paradise is a garden. The… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“The drug of love was no escape, for in its coils lie latent dreams of greatness which awaken when men and women… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“And now I lost my last treasure: the dreaming. For nothing in the dreams took the place of the human warmth I… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“To capture the drama of the unconscious, one had to start with the key, and the key was the dream. But the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no 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
