“I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” — Anais Nin Ecstasy Copy Share Image
She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not… — Anais Nin Acceptance Copy Share Image
“what she hated above all was that most men in her presence wilted, grew small and feeble. only the timid ones approached… — anaïs nin Hated Copy Share Image
America hates the artist. It will not admit: the artist is my soul and I want to kill off my soul. — Anais Nin America Copy Share Image
“I am more interested in human beings than in writing, more interested in lovemaking than in writing, more interested in living than… — Anaïs Nin Art Copy Share Image
Descendants of pigeons once fed by Keats, Byron, George Sand, Chopin and many other famous lovers are still being fed, and the… — Anais Nin Bird Copy Share Image
“How can I accept a limited definable self when I feel, in me, all possibilities?... I never feel the four walls around… — Anaïs Nin Identity Copy Share Image
“I thought of my difficulties with writing, my struggles to articulate feelings not easily expressed. Of my struggles to find a language… — Anaïs Nin Adversity Copy Share Image
He had a mania for washing and disinfecting himself. . . . For him the only danger came from the microbes that… — Anais Nin Body Copy Share Image
“Nothing seems true today except the death of the goldfish who used to make love at ninety kilometers an hour in the… — Anaïs Nin Death Copy Share Image
With her eyes alone she could give this response, this absolutely erotic response, as if febrile waves were trembling there, pools of… — Anais Nin Devouring Copy Share Image
It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before... to test yout limits... to break through barriers. And… — Anais Nin Barriers Copy Share Image
There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who… — Anais Nin Curiosity Copy Share Image
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride… — Anais Nin Accept Copy Share Image
I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's… — Anais Nin Boxes Copy Share Image
I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being,… — Anais Nin Belly Copy Share Image
“I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely,… — Anaïs Nin Fear Copy Share Image
Writing more and more to the sound of music, writing more and more like music. Sitting in my studio tonight, playing record… — Anais Nin Highest Copy Share Image
She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade… — Anais Nin Baths Copy Share Image
“At night too, she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness. As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover,… — Anaïs Nin Kindness Copy Share Image
One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made… — Anais Nin Bondage 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 Beautiful Copy Share Image
I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a… — Anais Nin Beautiful Copy Share Image
“When Henry telephones, I feel his voice in my veins. I want him to talk into me. I want him to talk… — Anaïs Nin Gaze 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 All things Copy Share Image
There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the… — Anais Nin Abandon Copy Share Image
I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out… — Anais Nin Average Copy Share Image
“A marine snail gliding through the familiar city. Only in a dream could I move so gently along with the small human… — Anaïs Nin Dream Copy Share Image
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it?… — Anais Nin Fall Copy Share Image
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on… — Anais Nin Bird Copy Share Image
“I want to run out and kiss her fantastic beauty, kiss it and say, "You carry away with you a reflection of… — Anaïs Nin Beauty Copy Share Image
“I feel so many things growing—my individuality, my confidence; I feel lines of my character growing stronger. I’m really sprouting, springing up,… — Anaïs Nin Confidence Copy Share Image
This morning I got up to begin this book I coughed. Something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me.… — Anais Nin Bed Copy Share Image
The Frenchman, by nature, is sensuous and sensitive. He has intelligence, which makes him tired of life sooner than other kinds of… — Anais Nin Athletic Copy Share Image
“All through the dream there was a sense of great disorder, of movements which accomplished nothing, of everything being late, of everybody… — Anaïs Nin Dream Copy Share Image
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable… — Anais Nin Beauty Copy Share Image
How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with… — Anais Nin Birth Copy Share Image
“She is suspicious of words. She lives by her senses, by her intuition. We don’t have a language for the senses. Feelings… — Anaïs Nin Intuition Copy Share Image
I really believe that if I were not a writer, not a creator, not an experimenter, I might have been a very… — Anais Nin Believe Copy Share Image
“Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels,… — Anaïs Nin Books Copy Share Image
