There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. Anais Nin bigbookcosmic 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
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
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. Anais Nin backbringcountry 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
It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it. Anais Nin artceasefamiliar 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
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love. Anais Nin abnormalityincapacitylove Change image and share on social
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
