The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror. Anaïs Nin
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age. See image Anaïs Nin
The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. See image Anaïs Nin
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery. See image Anaïs Nin
Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living. See image Anaïs Nin
