“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
“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
Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Since that talk with Henry, when I admitted more than I had ever admitted to myself, my life has altered and become… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The risk it takes to remain tight inside the bud is more painful than the risk it takes to blossom. We don't… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow 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
I find that life, day by day, is composed of at least one joy, one problem and one sorrow. Then there are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish… — 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
Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or… — 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
Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat. — 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
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We write to taste life twice, first in the moment and second in retrospect — 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
That is my essential reason for writing, not for fame, not to be celebrated after death, but to heighten and create life… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“-You know I've always wanted to break the molds which life forms around one if one lets them. -Why? -I want to… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe. — 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
