We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat. — 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
Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, & you believe you are living. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning. — 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
The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. — 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
A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies. — 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
“…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
