When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself. — Anais Nin Desire Copy Share Image
“The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.” — Anais Nin Role Copy Share Image
I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I… — Anais Nin Kingdoms Copy Share Image
The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love… — Anais Nin Fulfill Copy Share Image
To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness… — Anais Nin Commit Copy Share Image
A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought. — Anais Nin Chance Copy Share Image
I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman. — Anais Nin Angel Copy Share Image
When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time… — Anais Nin Born Copy Share Image
All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished. — Anais Nin Ends Copy Share Image
While analyzing so many people I realized the constant need of a mother, or a father, or a god (the same thing)… — Anais Nin Analyzing Copy Share Image
The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or… — Anais Nin Cells Copy Share Image
We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still… — Anais Nin Arms Copy Share Image
“As he sits there, I feel that I can see his mind as I see his body, and it is labyrinthine, fertile,… — Anaïs Nin Psychology Copy Share Image
Every individual is representative of the whole . . . and should be intimately understood, and this would give a far greater… — Anais Nin Giving Copy Share Image
The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his… — Anais Nin Dreams Copy Share Image
The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive.… — Anais Nin Alcohol Copy Share Image
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.… — Anais Nin Gaps 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… — Anais Nin Blind faith Copy Share Image
“Do you know what I would answer to someone who asked me for a description of myself, in a hurry? This: ??… — Anaïs Nin Books 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… — Anais Nin Body Copy Share Image
“You know, Lillian, someday I will sit down and write a little dictionary for you, a little Chinese dictionary. In it I… — Anaïs Nin Language Copy Share Image
“I'm in love with New York. It matches my mood. I'm not overwhelmed. It is the suitable scene for my ever ever… — Anaïs Nin City Copy Share Image
“In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living.… — Anaïs Nin Dreaming Copy Share Image
“Her elongated eyes did not close as other women's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards, the two… — Anaïs Nin Anais-nin Copy Share Image
“You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation… — Anaïs Nin Faith Copy Share Image
Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it. — Anais Nin Contact Copy Share Image
We do not see the world as it is. We see the word as we are. — Anais Nin Inspirational Copy Share Image
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. — Anais Nin Forever Copy Share Image
To write at the same temperature at which I live I should write nothing but poetry. — Anais Nin Poetry Copy Share Image
There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through. — Anais Nin Dreams Copy Share Image
I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life. — Anais Nin Analysis Copy Share Image
