The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say. Most… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
"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
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
Many couples, many people, are not living with real human beings, but with their ghosts. Who has not followed for years the… — 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
If a person continues to see only giants, it means he is still seeing the world through the eyes of a child.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
It is possible I never learned the names of birds in order to discover the bird of peace, the bird of paradise,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was… — 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
With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Instead of answering her as soon as he saw her hair grow electric, her face more vivid, her eyes like lightning, her… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly… — 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
