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
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
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to… — 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
“I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in… — 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
To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you. — 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… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself. — 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
What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in… — Anais 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
“The other night we talked about literature's elimination of the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated "dose" of life. I… — Anaïs 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
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a… — 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
I believe the lasting revolution comes from deep changes in ourselves which influence our collective life. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
No one was ever born without that light or flame of life. Some event, some person stifles or drowns it altogether. I… — 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
