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
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
The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Men can be in love with literary figures, with poetic and mythological figures, but let them meet with Artemis, with Venus, with… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Before, as soon as I came home from all sorts of places I would sit down and write in my journal. Now… — Anaïs 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
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
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
Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“And sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out, which is your feeling for her beyond knowledge, or in… — 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
“Nevoia de a crește și de a trăi intens e atât de puternică în mine, încât nu-i pot rezista. Voi lucra, îmi… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never again know who I am, what I am, what I love, what… — 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
