Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite. — Anais Nin Circles Copy Share Image
“Introspection does not need to be a still life. It can be an active alchemy.” — Anaïs Nin Alchemy Copy Share Image
I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived. — Anais Nin Inspirational Copy Share Image
The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. — Anais Nin Body Copy Share Image
“The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.” — Anais Nin Writing Copy Share Image
To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness… — Anais Nin Commit Copy Share Image
A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought. — Anais Nin Chance Copy Share Image
The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love… — Anais Nin Fulfill Copy Share Image
When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time… — Anais Nin Born Copy Share Image
“I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very… — Anaïs Nin Faithful Copy Share Image
I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and… — Anais Nin Abnormal Copy Share Image
I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space,… — Anais Nin Dimensions 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 Arms Copy Share Image
“As he sits there, I feel that I can see his mind as I see his body, and it is labyrinthine, fertile,… — Anaïs Nin Psychology Copy Share Image
The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or… — Anais Nin Cells Copy Share Image
Every individual is representative of the whole . . . and should be intimately understood, and this would give a far greater… — Anais Nin Giving Copy Share Image
He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now… — Anais Nin Abandoned Copy Share Image
The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with… — Anais Nin Concepts Copy Share Image
I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in… — Anais Nin Calling Copy Share Image
“Our talks are wonderful, interplays, not duels but swift illuminations of one another. I can make his tentative thoughts click. He enlarges… — Anaïs Nin Gaze 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,… — Anais Nin Aperture Copy Share Image
“She could do nothing. Djuna’s words illuminated her chaos, but changed nothing. What was it Djuna said: that life tended to crystallize… — Anaïs Nin Life Copy Share Image
“It is true that I create over and over again the same difficulties for myself in order to struggle over and over… — Anaïs Nin Adversity Copy Share Image
“You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too. No, I think there… — Anaïs Nin Change 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 Begins Copy Share Image
“Slowly what she composed with the new day was her own focus, to bring together body and mind. This was made with… — Anaïs Nin New day Copy Share Image
We also write to heighten our own awareness of life... We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection...… — Anais Nin Able 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 Being me Copy Share Image