The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living. — Anais Nin Life 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 role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.” — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“She lacks the core of sureness, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on reflections of herself in others' eyes. She does not… — Anaïs Nin Admiration Copy Share Image
“When I am happy it is so rare. I need to dwell on it, to contemplate it. What a hunger, a craving… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“I'm neurotic--in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to… — Anaïs Nin Neurotic Copy Share Image
“I spell ‘god’ with a small ‘g’ because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him.” — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us. — Anais Nin Conformity Copy Share Image
Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without… — Anais Nin Alive Copy Share Image
“His theatre was the clouds, where no spectacle repeated itself. On land he was a foreigner. Land for him was stasis, and… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“She liked the silence most of all. The silence in which the body, the senses, the instincts, are more alert, more powerful,… — Anaïs Nin Body Copy Share Image
He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now… — Anais Nin 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 Copy Share Image
The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with… — Anais Nin 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 am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don't know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.… — Anais Nin 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
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
“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
For the neurotic, the merging of the subconscious and the conscious may be risky, just as it is for the users of… — Anais Nin 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
“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
“Things I forgot to tell you: That I love you, and that when I awake in the morning I use my intelligence… — Anaïs Nin Intelligent women Copy Share Image
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to… — anais nin Death Copy Share Image
“[Fall, 1951] To me Acapulco is the detoxicating cure for all the evils of the city: ambition, vanity, quest for success in… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
Self-destructive patterns cause as much suffering as outer catastrophes. — Anais Nin Catastrophe Copy Share Image
The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning. — Anais Nin Creation Copy Share Image
Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love. — Anais Nin Illusion Copy Share Image
The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image