He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I would like to have your sureness. I am waiting for love, the core of a woman's life." Don't wait for it,"… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
For too many centuries women have been being muses to artists. I wanted to be the muse, I wanted to be the… — 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 secret of life was Breath. That was what I always wanted my words to do, to Breathe. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
At first I protested and rebelled against poetry. I was about to deny my poetic worlds. I was doing violence to my… — 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
