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
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...including our perception. Of it — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. — 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
Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite. — Anais 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
If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the… — Anais 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
I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I know why families were created with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming,… — 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
