His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living. — 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
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
although I love a rich life, I hate an overcrowded life. I believe in rumination and lose half the beauty of all… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings...As if unable to organize and control my… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have...excessive living weighs… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
From the backstabbing co-worker to the meddling sister-in-law, you are in charge of how you react to the people and events in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“By beginning a diary, I was already conceding that life would be more bearable if I looked at it as an adventure… — Anaïs 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
Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman's life." Don't wait for it,"… — Anais 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… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There are books which we read early in life, which sink into our consciousness and seem to disappear without leaving a trace.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Question: I am interested in so many things, and I have a terrible fear because my mother keeps telling me that I'm… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I feel that from the very beginning life played a terrible conjurer’s trick on me. I lost faith in it. It seems… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Henry's recollections of the past, in contrast to Proust, are done while in movement. He may remember his first wife while making… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Why is that I never get cut off from pity, sympathy, participation, in spite of the fact that I am living out… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“The secret of a full life is to live and relate to others as if they might not be there tomorrow, as… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Woman’s role in creation should be parallel to her role in life. I don’t mean the good earth. I mean the bad… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too. No, I think there… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead. — 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
“…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
