There came a time when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful then the risk it took to… — Anais 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
When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.” — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I love man as creator, lover, husband, friend, but man the father I do not trust. I do not believe in man… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The imagination is far better at inventing tortures than life because the imagination is a demon within us and it knows where… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Also, I do not like the companionship of women. They are petty and personal. They hang on to their mysteries and secrets,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only… — 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
