The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
All the art of analysis consists in saying a truth only when the other person is ready for it, has been prepared… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
One handles truths like dynamite. Literature is one vast hypocrisy, a giant deception, treachery. All writers have concealed more than they revealed. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“What I corrupted was what is called the truth in favour of a more marvelous world. I could always improve on the… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figures, striking piano notes, and the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“We are more severe judges of our own acts... We judge our thoughts, our intents, our secret curses, our secret hates, not… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If you are terribly truthful, the ground will always move from under you, and you will have to shift with the constantly… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I don't tell the truth any more to those who can't make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself, because… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never again know who I am, what I am, what I love, what… — 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
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