Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Art is the method of levitation, in order to separate one's self from enslavement by the earth. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through… — Anais 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
The Frenchman, by nature, is sensuous and sensitive. He has intelligence, which makes him tired of life sooner than other kinds of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
For all of my patients sensuality is a giving in to 'the low side of their nature.' Puritanism is powerful and distorts… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Woman’s role in creation should be parallel to her role in life. I don’t mean the good earth. I mean the bad… — 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
“…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
