“…For love it is never the same. What goes on inside is never the same just like this music which changes every… — Anaïs 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… — 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… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“This openness, which is closed again as soon as we face a partial relationship, the one who understands only one part of… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“By the end of the evening I was like a man, terribly in love with her face and body, which promised so… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I want eroticism mixed with love, and deep love one does not experience often.” — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman's life." Don't wait for it,"… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Hugo and I yield entirely to each other. We cannot be without each other, we cannot endure discord, war, estrangement, we cannot… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you.… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“During the nuit blanche I think: Henry, my love, I can love you better now that you cannot hurt me. I can… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become a woman was painful. I wept because I… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Things I forgot to tell you: That I love you, and that when I awake in the morning I use my intelligence… — Anaïs 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
“…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
