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
“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
“She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, the senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful,… — Anaïs 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
One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make - to… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. — 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
“It is true that I create over and over again the same difficulties for myself in order to struggle over and over… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end. We all lose some of our faith under… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
My life is slowed up by thought and the need to understand what I am living. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, & you believe you are living. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Djuna had wanted a life of desire and freedom, not luxury but beauty, not security but fulfillment, not perfection but a perfect… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Her lack of confidence in life, in realization, in the fulfillment of her desires, in the outcome of a dream, in the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically. — 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
The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I want to run out and kiss her fantastic beauty, kiss it and say, "You carry away with you a reflection of… — 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
