[in the]..curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
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
We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
She had acquired some of his gypsy ways, some of his nonchalance, his bohemian indiscipline. She had swung with him into the… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Poetry, which is our relation to the senses, enables us to retain a living relationship to all things. It is the quickest… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
For the neurotic, the merging of the subconscious and the conscious may be risky, just as it is for the users of… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so… — 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
I want to fall in love in such a way that the mere sight of a man, even a block away from… — 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
Again I take a taxi to Clichy address, but feel that I do not want to go on loving Henry more actively… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
the best way to remember a beautiful city or a beautiful painting is to eat something while you are looking at it.… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Not afraid of poverty and drabness and who is untouched by it, untouched by the drunkenness of her friends; (she) who judges,… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or… — 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
What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in… — 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