The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
But I lie. I embellish. My words are not deep enough. They disguise, they conceal. I will not rest until I have… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
For all of my patients sensuality is a giving in to 'the low side of their nature.' Puritanism is powerful and distorts… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself… — 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
