Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality. — Anais 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
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
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 value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love. — 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
“It was this that frightened me--the sense that behind the grande amoureuse lay concealed a little bourgeoise who wanted security in love.” — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies. — Anais 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
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. — 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 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
“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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
“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
“…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
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
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
We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. — Anais Nin Copy Share
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
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
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
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
“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
The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. — Anais Nin Copy Share
The role of the writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say. Most of the… — Anais Nin Copy Share
I say quotations are literary. They are good only when dealing with ideas, not with experience. Experience should be pure, unique. — Anais Nin Copy Share
