Quote by Anaïs Nin Download Open image ““The unknown is my compass”” — Anaïs Nin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.8 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“The Unknown is an ocean. What is conscience? It is the compass of the Unknown. Thought,” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“He was my compass and, with him by my side, I would never be lost again.” — Kate Sterritt Copy Share Image
“This was an interesting thought; it had never occurred to me that one's name could be a compass.” — Alan Bradley Copy Share Image
“You're my compass, remember? You're here to light my way in the darkness of this world.” — Rebecca Lim Copy Share Image
He used to say we all had a compass inside of us and what we needed to do was to find it and to… — Ann Patchett Copy Share Image
“He felt like a compass needle. The needle knows nothing about magnetic north; it only knows it must point in a certain direction, like… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“The compasses are disappointingly true, pointing north over and over, when all he wants is for one to dissent, to demur, to show him… — Matt Bell Copy Share Image
“There's an internal compass inside of me that laid still for so long, stuck behind its arc of glass, listless and without hope. But… — Raven Kennedy Copy Share Image
“The whole city was a compass. How could anyone ever have gotten so hopelessly lost here?” — James Sallis Copy Share Image
“Human reasoning does not compass everything in all respects, just as vision does not reveal all things to sight.” — Burhan al-Din Al-Zarnuji Copy Share Image
“Never make it without the compass. In the trees, I'd lose all sense of perspective. Direction. Maybe life is like that.” — Charles Martin 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
