I know why families were created with all their imperfections. They humanize you. They are made to make you forget yourself occasionally,… — 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
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
I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
..he made me understand something very important. Whether because I am a Latin, or because I am a neurotic, I have a… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Our culture made a virtue of living only as extroverts. We discouraged the inner journey, the quest for a center. So we… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I am apparently gentle, unstable, and full of pretenses. I will die a poet killed by the nonpoets, will renounce no dream,… — Anais 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
