Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living. Anais Nin actiondreamform Change image and share on social
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy. Anais Nin ecstasyimagejoy Change image and share on social
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern. Anais Nin agofatherlong Change image and share on social
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself. Anais Nin buildcreateexpect Change image and share on social
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. Anais Nin betrayalblindnessdeath share on social
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. Anais Nin combinationdeathelect Change image and share on social
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked. Anais Nin accompanybirdcoffee Change image and share on social
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage. Anais Nin courageexpandlife Change image and share on social
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship? Anais Nin friendshiploveoverlook Change image and share on social
Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning. Anais Nin expansionmeanreduce Change image and share on social
