Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate. I hate murderously. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make - to… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“That last afternoon in Henry's hotel room was for me like a white-hot furnace. Before, I had only white heat of the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“By the end of the evening I was like a man, terribly in love with her face and body, which promised so… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Before, as soon as I came home from all sorts of places I would sit down and write in my journal. Now… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“She was now afraid to yield to passion, and because she could not yield to the larger impulses it became essential also… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“The drug of love was no escape, for in its coils lie latent dreams of greatness which awaken when men and women… — 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
