There is no denying that we are suffering from a collective neurosis and the novel which does not face this is not… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive.… — 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
I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our hearts to cut life into separate and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves. The potion is the sum of one's whole existence. Every… — 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
