We write to taste life twice, first in the moment and second in retrospect — Anais Nin Life Copy Share Image
It's all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all. — Anais Nin Human Copy Share Image
“The river of life divides into two branches: being and formulating.” — Anaïs Nin Life Copy Share Image
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic. — Anais Nin Deep Copy Share Image
The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium. — Anais Nin Diaries Copy Share Image
Convalescence. Such an utter weakness that you lie like an animal hibernating, playing possum. You float. You are adrift. Every current is… — Anais Nin Adrift Copy Share Image
“The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.” — Anaïs Nin Writing Copy Share Image
I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say:… — Anais Nin Able Copy Share Image
Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering. — Anais Nin Desire Copy Share Image
There is no denying that we are suffering from a collective neurosis and the novel which does not face this is not… — Anais Nin Books Copy Share Image
We speak of the masculine and the feminine, but they are the wrong labels. It is really more a matter of poetry… — Anais Nin Feminine Copy Share Image
“I awoke at dawn, thrown up on a rock, the skeleton of a ship choked in its own sails.” — Anaïs Nin Awoke 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… — Anais Nin Adventure Copy Share Image
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish… — Anais Nin Death 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 Desire Copy Share Image
One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make - to… — Anais Nin Cycles Copy Share Image
The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just… — Anais Nin Body Copy Share Image
The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of… — Anais Nin Creation 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 Accepting Copy Share Image
Three or four threads may be agitated, like telegraph wires, at the same time, and if I were to tap them all… — Anais Nin Agitated Copy Share Image
Many couples, many people, are not living with real human beings, but with their ghosts. Who has not followed for years the… — Anais Nin Beautiful Copy Share Image
It is my secrecy which makes you unhappy, my evasions, my silences. And so I have found a solution. Whenever you get… — Anais Nin Ambiguity 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 Addresses Copy Share Image
The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on… — Anais Nin Asphyxiation 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… — Anaïs Nin Contrasts Copy Share Image
“Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become a woman was painful. I wept because I… — Anaïs Nin Blind faith Copy Share Image
“Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself… — Anaïs Nin Desire Copy Share Image
“The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two… — Anaïs Nin Adultery Copy Share Image
“Didn't the old man know how words carry colors and sounds into the flesh” — Anaïs Nin Language Copy Share Image
The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. — Anais Nin Finals Copy Share Image
Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love. — Anais Nin Illusion Copy Share Image
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, & you believe you are living. — Anais Nin Believe Copy Share Image
“I want eroticism mixed with love, and deep love one does not experience often.” — Anaïs Nin Deep love Copy Share Image
