There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
A church is a hospital for sinners, not a museum for saints.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book... or you take a trip... and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.
When you write, you bleed a little piece of your soul onto the page.
There is some place where your specialties can shine. Somewhere that difference can be expressed.
There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
A church is a hospital for sinners, not a museum for saints.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book... or you take a trip... and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.
When you write, you bleed a little piece of your soul onto the page.
There is some place where your specialties can shine. Somewhere that difference can be expressed.