If you really want to do something, you'll find a way. If you don't, you'll find an excuse.
He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.
Your ability to learn from failures and use setbacks as stepping stones to success strengthens your resilience and determination.
If you propose to speak, always ask yourself, is it true, is it necessary, is it kind
Everything that is excellent will come when this sleeping soul is aroused to self-conscious activity.
Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.
If you really want to do something, you'll find a way. If you don't, you'll find an excuse.
He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.
Your ability to learn from failures and use setbacks as stepping stones to success strengthens your resilience and determination.
If you propose to speak, always ask yourself, is it true, is it necessary, is it kind
Everything that is excellent will come when this sleeping soul is aroused to self-conscious activity.
Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.