Anais Nin Quotes

I don't even recognize myself sometimes.

Sometimes you can get so far in yourself that you don't know who you are.

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

I've lived in LA for so long, I don't even know what is real and what isn't any more.

It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it's all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.

It's really hard to separate fantasy from reality.

I don't feel like a 40-year-old. I feel more like four 10-year-olds, each pulling in a different direction.

I am not a man. I am not a human being inside. I am not that. I don't know what I am, but I am not that.

To live is to feel oneself lost.

That's the bulk of my lyrical output - being confused and trying to find answers to my confusion.

There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

I do not know who I am tonight.

I don't recognize myself. I don't know who I am anymore." And it's all fun and games until someone loses an I.

If childhood is still a state, it is now chiefly a state of confusion.

Did you ever look in the mirror And see a stranger standing there? Did you ever drive for miles and miles And wonder how on earth you got yourself there?

We live in an age disturbed, confused, bewildered, afraid of its own forces, in search not merely of its road but even of its direction. There are many voices of counsel, but few voices of vision; there is much excitement and feverish activity, but little concert of thoughtful purpose. We are distressed by our own ungoverned, undirected energies and do many things, but nothing long. It is our duty to find ourselves.

Whatever was about, whoever I had seen, and heard rocking, and who had passed me by just now, whoever had opened the locked door was not 'real'. No. But what was 'real'? At that moment I began to doubt my own reality.

Am I lost or just less found?

There's still such chaos in me. Still so little firmly outlined. Just like my face: a formless mass that only takes on shape through the expression of the moment. The searching for our selves is the most agonizing

You think you know me, but I'm not sure that even I know who I am anymore.

You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.

All through the night, she battled herself. Or battled to know herself. She fell apart and then put herself back together and then she fell apart again and put herself back together, over and over.

You thought you were found but you realize that you were lost, and someday you may discover that you're lost now.

Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.