We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Again I take a taxi to Clichy address, but feel that I do not want to go on loving Henry more actively… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire… — 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
Love men and women not for their strength but their softness, not for their fullness but their hunger, not for their plenty… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for… — 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
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
Is devotion to others a cover for the hungers and the needs of the self, of which one is ashamed? I was… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
While analyzing so many people I realized the constant need of a mother, or a father, or a god (the same thing)… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Talk—half-talk, phrases that had no need to be finished, abstractions, Chinese bells played on with cotton-tipped sticks, mock orange blossoms painted on… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
One always, sooner or later, comes upon a city which is an image of one's inner cities. Fez is an image of… — 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
