I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
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
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
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so… — 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
We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
To mistake ugliness for reality is one of the frauds of the realistic school [of writing]. A hunger for the unknown and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Our psychological reality, which lies below the surface, frightens us because it endlessly surprises us and drives us in a direction which… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality. — 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
![“To mistake ugliness for reality is one of the frauds of the realistic school [of writing]. A hunger for the unknown and an aspiration toward beauty were inseparable from civilization. In America the word art was distorted to mean artificial.” quote by Anais Nin](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/042/anais-nin-288_america_to-mistake-ugliness-for-reality-is-one-o_2772367.jpg)
