I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be… — Anais 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
“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison, was the miracle.” — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...including our perception. Of it — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons.” — Anaïs 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
