When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow. — 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
Asia discovered two remedies for the cruelty of man, art and religion. America discarded both and is drowning in hate and aggressivity. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons.” — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Life, religion and art all converge in Bali. They have no word in their language for 'artist' or 'art.' Everyone is an… — 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
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
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
We are all engaged in the task of peeling off the false selves, the programmed selves, the selves created by our families,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“The physical as a symbol of the spiritual world. The people who keep old rags, old useless objects, who hoard, accumulate: are… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Why is that I never get cut off from pity, sympathy, participation, in spite of the fact that I am living out… — 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
