“When I say be creative, I do not mean that you should all go and become great painters and great poets. I simply mean let your life be a painting, let your life be a poem.”
“But under all the layers — a tiny green shoot sprouting — I’m growing from inside.”
— Wendy Orr, from Peeling the Onion
“A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.”
“I have my own matches and sulphur, and I’ll make my own hell.”
— Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed (via
denisforkas)
“Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.”
— S.E. Hinton,
That Was Then, This Is Now (via
illusionsvk)
“The comforts
of language
are true
and deep;”
— Mary Oliver, from “If You Say It Right, It Helps the Heart to Bear It” in Evidence
“You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.”
— Sarah Kane
“The poem is what has neither name, nor rest, nor place, nor home: fissure moving towards the work.”
— Jacques Garelli, from “Excess of Poetry”, trans. Mary Ann Caws
“Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?”
— Louis XIV’s last words
“If you don’t fight death, it will just move in.”
— Charles Bukowski