We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say. Most… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“She is suspicious of words. She lives by her senses, by her intuition. We don’t have a language for the senses. Feelings… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I thought of my difficulties with writing, my struggles to articulate feelings not easily expressed. Of my struggles to find a language… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Didn't the old man know how words carry colors and sounds into the flesh” — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. The dictionary, a new word, a voyage, an encounter,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my… — 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
