Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The important task of literature is to free man, not to censor him, and that is why Puritanism was the most destructive… — 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
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I have a prejudice against people with money. I have known so many, and none have escaped the corruption of power. In… — 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… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me. I am aware of time passing, of all the world contains… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I looked at it [revolver] as if it reminded me of a crime I had committed with an irrepressible smile such as… — 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 want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Benedictine. Beautiful women and handsome men… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Not afraid of poverty and drabness and who is untouched by it, untouched by the drunkenness of her friends; (she) who judges,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The theme of the diary is always the personal, but it does not mean only a personal story: it means a personal… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Many couples, many people, are not living with real human beings, but with their ghosts. Who has not followed for years the… — 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
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
People who want a sane, static, measurable world take the first aspect of an event or person and stick to it, with… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When I hear of people who weary of each other, I believe it is because they have sought virtues in themselves alone,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
From the backstabbing co-worker to the meddling sister-in-law, you are in charge of how you react to the people and events in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The writer is the duelist who never fights at the stated hour, who gathers up an insult, like another curious object, a… — 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
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