The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
For the neurotic, the merging of the subconscious and the conscious may be risky, just as it is for the users of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
It is possible I never learned the names of birds in order to discover the bird of peace, the bird of paradise,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The man who was once starved may revenge himself upon the world not by stealing just once, or by stealing only what… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it?… — 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
