She had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
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
I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or… — 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
The city was asleep on its right side and shaking with violent nightmares. Long puffs of snoring came out of the chimneys.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it?… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If I fall asleep, it is because I am overloaded. I sleep because one hour with Henry contains five years of my… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade… — 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
