He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
For the neurotic, the merging of the subconscious and the conscious may be risky, just as it is for the users of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The true liberation of eroticism lies in accepting the fact that there are a million facets to it, a million forms of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our hearts to cut life into separate and… — 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
“…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
