“I have always been tormented by the image of multiplicity of selves. Some days I call it richness, and other days I… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“By the end of the evening I was like a man, terribly in love with her face and body, which promised so… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
A trite word is an overused word which has lost its identity like an old coat in a second-hand shop. The familiar… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
People who want a sane, static, measurable world take the first aspect of an event or person and stick to it, with… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I have always been tormented by the image of multiplicity of selves. Some days I call it richness, and other days I… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We are all engaged in the task of peeling off the false selves, the programmed selves, the selves created by our families,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
My life is not possible to tell. I change every day, change my patterns, my concepts, my interpretations. I am a series… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I feel so many things growing—my individuality, my confidence; I feel lines of my character growing stronger. I’m really sprouting, springing up,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?... I never feel the four walls around… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
One always, sooner or later, comes upon a city which is an image of one's inner cities. Fez is an image of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out. — 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
