In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anais Nin Dreamer Copy Share Image
All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because… — Anais Nin Broken Copy Share Image
I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again. — Anais Nin Calling Copy Share Image
I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts… — Anais Nin Abundance Copy Share Image
The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be… — Anais Nin Art Copy Share Image
My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through… — Anais Nin Color Copy Share Image
Expressing feelings is linked directly with creation... In this ability to tap the sources of feeling and imagination lies the secret of… — Anais Nin Ability Copy Share Image
There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to… — Anais Nin Painful 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 Blood Copy Share Image
To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard. If one changes internally, one should not… — Anais Nin Change Copy Share Image
When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire… — Anais Nin Breathing Copy Share Image
The woman will sit eternally in the tall black armchair. I will be the one woman you will never have...excessive living weighs… — Anais Nin Armchairs Copy Share Image
“The inner hatreds of men are now projected outside. There are fights in the streets. Revolutions in France, they say. Men did… — Anaïs Nin Revolution Copy Share Image
I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection.… — Anais Nin Blind Copy Share Image
There are books which we read early in life, which sink into our consciousness and seem to disappear without leaving a trace.… — Anais Nin Attitude Copy Share Image
Coming near him like a ballet dancer she took a leap towards him, and he, frightened by her vehemence, and fearing that… — Anais Nin Ballet Copy Share Image
“She was now afraid to yield to passion, and because she could not yield to the larger impulses it became essential also… — Anaïs Nin Passion Copy Share Image
“The other night we talked about literature's elimination of the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated "dose" of life. I… — Anaïs Nin Books 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 Achieve Copy Share Image
“The light was crude. It made Artaud's eyes shrink into darkness, as they are deep-set. This brought into relief the intensity of… — Anaïs Nin Acting Copy Share Image
The most important human endeavor is the striving for morality in our actions. Our inner balance and even our very existence depend… — Anais Nin Action Copy Share Image
And silence. She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, senses, the instincts, are more alert, more… — Anais Nin Body Copy Share Image
“During the nuit blanche I think: Henry, my love, I can love you better now that you cannot hurt me. I can… — Anaïs Nin Better now Copy Share Image
“The other night we talked about literature's elimination of the unessential, so that we are given a concentrated "dose" of life. I… — Anaïs Nin Books Copy Share Image
Sexual intercourse... a joyous, joyous, joyous, joyous impaling of woman on man's sensual mast. — Anais Nin Intercourse Copy Share Image
The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love. — Anais Nin Aging Copy Share Image
Physical experiences, lacking the joys of love, depend on twists and perversions of pleasure. Abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones. — Anais Nin Abnormal Copy Share Image
Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. And then love will come to you, then it comes to you. — Anais Nin Come Copy Share Image
Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the… — Anais Nin Accord Copy Share Image
Big Business and Politics are twins, they are the monsters who kill everything, corrupt everything. — Anais Nin Big business Copy Share Image
“Nevoia de a crește și de a trăi intens e atât de puternică în mine, încât nu-i pot rezista. Voi lucra, îmi… — Anaïs Nin Love Copy Share Image
the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him. — Anais Nin Coward Copy Share Image
[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately. — Anais Nin Cities Copy Share Image
Perhaps a child, like a cat, is so much inside of himself that he does not see himself in the mirror. — Anais Nin Cat 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… — Anais Nin Alive Copy Share Image
“No moment of charm is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows, growths,… — Anaïs Nin Beauty Copy Share Image
When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow. — Anais Nin Dogma Copy Share Image
Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self. — Anais Nin Association Copy Share Image
“I said, "If there is an explanation of the mystery, it is this: the love between women is a refuge and an… — Anaïs Nin Love Copy Share Image
A trite word is an overused word which has lost its identity like an old coat in a second-hand shop. The familiar… — Anais Nin Coats Copy Share Image
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