Women always think that when they have my shoes, my dress, my hairdresser, my makeup, it will all work the same way.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I told her, "We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very… — 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
To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
It is my secrecy which makes you unhappy, my evasions, my silences. And so I have found a solution. Whenever you get… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
You are so terribly nimble, so clever. I distrust your cleverness. You make a wonderful pattern, everything is in its place, it… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The failures are not due to any injustice, but to an inner defect. It is always caused by the person himself. Yes,… — 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
