I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally, one should not… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
It amazes me that you feel that each time you write a story you give away one of your dreams and you… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Again I take a taxi to Clichy address, but feel that I do not want to go on loving Henry more actively… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We also write to heighten our own awareness of life... We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection...… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When I stand at the top of the Champs-Elysées, with its chestnut trees in flower, its undulations of shining cars, its white… — 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
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
Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently… — 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
