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
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 preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be… — 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
“-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
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
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
“We write to lure and enchant and console others. We write to serenade our lovers. We write to taste life twice, in… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The imagination is far better at inventing tortures than life because the imagination is a demon within us and it knows where… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
One always, sooner or later, comes upon a city which is an image of one's inner cities. Fez is an image of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our hearts to cut life into separate and… — 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