My life is slowed up by thought and the need to understand what I am living. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Love men and women not for their strength but their softness, not for their fullness but their hunger, not for their plenty… — 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
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
The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer. — 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
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
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
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in,… — 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
When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for… — 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… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. ANAÏS NIN, Fire: From "A Journal… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You… — Anais 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
“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
“Why is that I never get cut off from pity, sympathy, participation, in spite of the fact that I am living out… — 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
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
“The drug of love was no escape, for in its coils lie latent dreams of greatness which awaken when men and women… — 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
“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
I have a prejudice against people with money. I have known so many, and none have escaped the corruption of power. In… — Anais 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
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
What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
A man fell in love with Jeanne, and she tried to love him. But she complained that he uttered such ordinary words,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“As June walked toward me from the darkness of the garden into the light of the door, I saw for the first… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Since that talk with Henry, when I admitted more than I had ever admitted to myself, my life has altered and become… — 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
