There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy:… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Don't wait for it," I said. "Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
It amazes me that you feel that each time you write a story you give away one of your dreams and you… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When I hear of people who weary of each other, I believe it is because they have sought virtues in themselves alone,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Again I take a taxi to Clichy address, but feel that I do not want to go on loving Henry more actively… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I said, "If there is an explanation of the mystery, it is this: the love between women is a refuge and an… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I'm in love with New York. It matches my mood. I'm not overwhelmed. It is the suitable scene for my ever ever… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
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
“When does real love begin? At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines,… — Anaïs 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
