It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes… — Anais Nin Art Copy Share Image
I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or… — Anais Nin Fall Copy Share Image
We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out. — Anais Nin Identity Copy Share Image
The shell is America's most active contribution to the formation of character. A tough hide. Grow it early. — Anais Nin Active Copy Share Image
Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality. — Anais Nin Hope Copy Share Image
Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved. — Anais Nin Enchantment Copy Share Image
I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams. — Anais Nin Bird Copy Share Image
To will is to select a goal, determine a course of action that will bring one to that goal, and then hold… — Anais Nin Action Copy Share Image
“Later he´ll be drunk in extremis and will only be able to speak the esperanto of alcoholics, which is a language full… — Anaïs Nin Alcohol Copy Share Image
“Lillian did not know then that the one who believes he can pay this early debt meets a bottomless well. Because the… — Anaïs Nin Revenge Copy Share Image
For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our… — Anais Nin Joy Copy Share Image
“And the time came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to… — Anaïs Nin Self help 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
Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the… — Anais Nin Delayed Copy Share Image
“Se o que Proust diz é verdade, que a felicidade é a ausência do delírio, então eu nunca conhecerei a felicidade. Pois… — Anaïs Nin Amor Copy Share Image
I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their… — Anais Nin Blame Copy Share Image
“A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in… — Anaïs Nin Lust Copy Share Image
“I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means… — Anaïs Nin Crying 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
People who want a sane, static, measurable world take the first aspect of an event or person and stick to it, with… — Anais Nin Aspect Copy Share Image
I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody,… — Anais Nin Busy Copy Share Image
Jeanne, I fell asleep among the paintings, where I could sit for many days worshipping your portrait. I fell in love with… — Anais Nin Grows Copy Share Image
“She needed a confessor! Would she find it there, in the world of the artists? All over the world they had their… — Anaïs Nin Art Copy Share Image
“It is undeniable that the source of all our miseries comes from our obstinacy in maintaining that Paradise is a garden. The… — Anaïs Nin Dreams Copy Share Image
“June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never again know who I am, what I am, what I love, what… — Anaïs Nin Beauty Copy Share Image
“And sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out, which is your feeling for her beyond knowledge, or in… — Anais Nin Hate Copy Share Image
“Before, as soon as I came home from all sorts of places I would sit down and write in my journal. Now… — Anaïs Nin Enthusiasm Copy Share Image
If a person continues to see giants, it means he is still looking at the world through the eyes of a child. — Anais Nin Child Copy Share Image
