The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. — Anais Nin Body Copy Share Image
Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. — Anais Nin Can not Copy Share Image
The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or a woman, it's what we lack in ourselves. — Anais Nin Enemy Copy Share Image
“Don't wait for it," I said. "Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the love will come to… — Anaïs Nin Books 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
Woman does not forget she needs the fecundator, she does not forget that everything that is born of her is planted in… — Anais Nin Born Copy Share Image
I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figures, striking piano notes, and the… — Anais Nin Beats Copy Share Image
We are going to the moon that is not very far. Man has so much farther to go within himself. — Anais Nin Man Copy Share Image
I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me — Anais Nin Discovery Copy Share Image
At sixteen, Sabina took moon baths, first of all, because everyone else took sun baths, and second, she admitted, because she had… — Anais Nin Baths Copy Share Image
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book(Lady Chatterley, for… — Anais Nin Books 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
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage… — Anais Nin Courage Copy Share Image
I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop,… — Anais Nin Destruction Copy Share Image
It amazes me that you feel that each time you write a story you give away one of your dreams and you… — Anais Nin And love Copy Share Image
At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to… — Anais Nin Confused Copy Share Image
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are… — Anais Nin Awareness Copy Share Image
There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through. — Anais Nin Dreams Copy Share Image
