It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do.
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning how to dance in the rain
A good rest is half the work
There is only one way: Go within. Search for the cause, find the impetus that bids you write. Put it to this test: Does it stretch out its roots in the deepest place of your heart? Can you avow that you would die if you were forbidden to write? Above all, in the most silent hour of your night, ask yourself this: Must I write? Dig deep into yourself for a true answer. And if it should ring its assent, if you can confidently meet this serious question with a simple, I must, then build your life upon it. It has become your necessity. Your life, in even the most mundane and least significant hour, must become a sign, a testimony to this urge.
Don't allow your mind to tell your heart what to do. The mind gives up easily.
We are not the stories we tell, but the spaces between them.
It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do.
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning how to dance in the rain
A good rest is half the work
There is only one way: Go within. Search for the cause, find the impetus that bids you write. Put it to this test: Does it stretch out its roots in the deepest place of your heart? Can you avow that you would die if you were forbidden to write? Above all, in the most silent hour of your night, ask yourself this: Must I write? Dig deep into yourself for a true answer. And if it should ring its assent, if you can confidently meet this serious question with a simple, I must, then build your life upon it. It has become your necessity. Your life, in even the most mundane and least significant hour, must become a sign, a testimony to this urge.
Don't allow your mind to tell your heart what to do. The mind gives up easily.
We are not the stories we tell, but the spaces between them.