I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or… — Anais 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… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“You haven't loved yet," he said. "You've only been trying to love; beginning to love. Trust alone is not love, illusion is… — Anaïs 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
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
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
Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two… — Anaïs 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
I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
It is my secrecy which makes you unhappy, my evasions, my silences. And so I have found a solution. Whenever you get… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“And in his eyes he had the look of the cat who inspires a desire to caress but loves no one, who… — 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
“I feel that from the very beginning life played a terrible conjurer’s trick on me. I lost faith in it. It seems… — 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
I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a… — 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
