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
There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy:… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The two men who have done the greatest harm to the world are Christ and Columbus. Christ taught us guilt and sacrifice,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality. — 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
