The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. Anais Nin More Quotes by Anais Nin More Quotes From Anais Nin We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act left to do, for what is most powerful in me is the craving for purity, greatness. Anais Nin greatness powerful feelings You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead. Anais Nin negativity sister-in-law giving I looked upon a clock to find the truth. The hours were passing like ivory chess figures, striking piano notes, and the minutes raced on wires mounted like tin soldiers. Hours like tall ebony women with gongs between their legs, tolling continuously so that I could not count them. I heard the rolling of my heart-beats; I heard the footsteps of my dreams, and the beat of time was lost among them like the face of truth. Anais Nin ivory dream heart If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the strange emotions or sensations we experience. Anais Nin cracks may life You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment, the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage. Anais Nin madness reflection love-you Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence. Anais Nin pain life children Each friend represents a world in us. Anais Nin world We love best those who are, or act for us, a self we do not wish to be or act out. Anais Nin self wish love-is I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable, because my happiness with human beings is so precarious, my confiding moods rare, and the least sign of non-interest is enough to silence me. In the journal I am at ease. Anais Nin regret silence ease You are the poet, you walk inside my dreams. Anais Nin poet walks dream How well I know with what burning intensity you live. You have experienced many lives already, including several you have shared with me- full rich lives from birth to death, and you just have to have these rest periods in between. Anais Nin rich-life burning stress The diary taught me that it is in the moments of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately. I learned to choose the heightened moments because they are the moments of revelation. Anais Nin taught emotional diaries I sleep with my feet on moss carpets, my branches in the cotton of the clouds. Anais Nin feet sleep clouds To lie, of course, is to engender insanity. Anais Nin courses insanity lying There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two races of men and women lived on earth, the night people and the day people, never meeting face to face except at this moment. Anais Nin men night two To withhold from living is to die ... the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you. Anais Nin dies giving life I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life. Anais Nin paralyzed brake analysis [in the]..curious way that my idealism has been mixed with my fatalism, so that I can possess the soul of a dreamer and that of a cynic at the same time......I possess a power of magic...[to] destroy the balance of a well-designed destiny with my diabolical mind. Anais Nin dreamer destiny soul Either one fails in one's art or in one's life. Anais Nin failing art I don't hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find its way into my blood and make it rise. Anais Nin voice ears blood
