Dreamer Quote by Anaïs Nin Download Open image “Im restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.” — Anaïs Nin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dreamer
I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. ANAÏS NIN, Fire: From "A Journal of Love"… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I'm restless. I'm all the time here and there and trying to get myself busy and creative. It's something that's part of my personality… — Edgar Ramirez Copy Share Image
I am restless. I don't mind leaving this comfortable, static life. I could live a year on my own in a remote village. — Michael Palin Copy Share Image
I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
I cannot let well enough alone. I get restless. I have to be doing different things. — Vivien Leigh Copy Share Image
I was simply restless, quite likely because of a dissatisfaction with the recent trajectory of my life, and if there is a better, more… — J. Maarten Troost Copy Share Image
I seem restless, but am deeply at ease. Branches tremble; the roots are still. — Rumi 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
There is usually no dreamer so unworldly as the anthologist. He wanders in a vast garden, lost in wonder, unable to decide often between… — Mary Webb Copy Share Image
“They had been dreamers. Her father always said that this was why they had been easy to conquer.” — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
My father was a dreamer who was always broke. He wanted to be a cartoonist. — Mort Walker Copy Share Image
“I am a M.A.G.I.C. child.. Motivated And Growing In Christ! …I hope you too are a M.A.G.I.C. dreamer!” — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
I'm a dreamer and continue to dream of what can and will be, "Expecting great things from God, Attempting great things for God — William Carey Copy Share Image
To be sure, the ancient belief that the dream reveals the future is not entirely devoid of truth. By representing to us a wish… — Sigmund Freud Copy Share Image
“From this point forward, you don’t even know how to quit in life.” ~ Aaron Lauritsen, ‘100 Days Drive” — Aaron Lauritsen Copy Share Image
Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it? It… — Michael Ende Copy Share Image
