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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4503300 | He's part me and part Clan, and so is Ura. Or rather, she's part Oda and part that man who killed her baby. | Jean M. Auel | ||
| 99a6146 | An existant can never justify the existence of another existant. | Jean-Paul Sartre | ||
| 34e525b | Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are.. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 79173d3 | The professional gives an ear to criticism, seeking to learn and grow. But she never forgets that Resistance is using criticism against her on a far more diabolical level. Resistance enlists criticism to reinforce the fifth column of fear already at work inside the artist's head, seeking to break her will and crack her dedication. The professional does not fall for this. Her resolution, before all others, remains: No matter what, I will nev.. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| d9ee1fb | When a man seats before his eyes the bronze face of his helmet and steps off from the line of departure, he divides himself, as he divides his 'ticket,' in two parts. One part he leaves behind. That part which takes delight in his children, which lifts his voice in the chorus, which clasps his wife to him in the sweet darkness of their bed. "That half of him, the best part, a man sets aside and leaves behind. He banishes from his heart all .. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| d6cb575 | Let us be, then, warriors of the heart, and enlist in our inner cause the virtues we have acquired through blood and sweat in the sphere of conflict--courage, patience, selflessness, loyalty, fidelity, self-command, respect for elders, love of our comrades (and of the enemy), perseverance, cheerfulness in adversity and a sense of humor, however terse or dark. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| dc23575 | Attention Deficit Disorder, Seasonal Affect Disorder, Social Anxiety Disorder. These aren't diseases, they're marketing ploys. Doctors didn't discover them, copywriters did. Marketing departments did. Drug companies did. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| abb0a7c | When deliberating, think in campaigns and not battles; in wars and not campaigns; in ultimate conquest and not wars. | dreams goals pressfeil war | Steven Pressfield | |
| ba96fa2 | The amateur tweets. The pro works. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 4f55449 | What are we trying to heal, anyway? The athlete knows the day will never come when he wakes up pain-free. He has to play hurt. Remember, the part of us that we imagine needs healing is not the part we create from; that part is far deeper and stronger. The part we create from can't be touched by anything our parents did, or society did. That part is unsullied, uncorrupted; soundproof, waterproof, and bulletproof. In fact, the more troubles w.. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 3dc988a | There's a secret that real writers know that wannabe writers don't, and the secret is this: It's not the writing part that's hard. What's hard is sitting down to write. What keeps us from sitting down is Resistance. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 804a2b2 | Self-doubt can be an ally. This is because it serves as an indicator of aspiration. It reflects love, love of something we dream of doing, and desire, desire to do it. If you find yourself asking yourself (and your friends), "Am I really a writer? Am I really an artist?" chances are you are. The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death." | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 29ac041 | As artists and professionals it is our obligation to enact our own internal revolution, a private insurrection inside our own skulls. In this uprising we free ourselves from the tyranny of consumer culture. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 4b22b69 | I was thirty years old before I had an actual thought. Everything up till then was either what Buddhists call "monkey-mind" chatter or the reflexive regurgitation of whatever my parents or teachers said, or whatever I saw on the news or read in a book, or heard somebody rap about, hanging around the street corner." | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 4fcbdf6 | Every virtue that reaches the exaggeration, is becoming a defect | Steven Pressfield | ||
| ce9dd4e | Resistance's goal is not to would or disable. Resistance aims to kill. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| fc7517f | The professional loves her work. She is invested in it wholeheartedly. But she does not forget that the work is not her. Her artistic self contains many works and many performances. Already the next is percolating inside her. The next will be better, and the one after that better still. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 2e9db53 | We do not overidentify with our jobs. We may take pride in our work, we may stay late and come in on weekends, but we recognize that we are not our job descriptions. The amateur, on the other hand, overidentifies with his avocation, his artistic aspiration. He defines himself by it. He is a musician, a painter, a playwright. Resistance loves this. Resistance knows that the amateur composer will never write his symphony because he is overly .. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 7947c6b | Remember our rule of thumb: The more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 6367465 | The critic hates most that which he would have done himself if he had had the guts. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 293e98c | From that day, I vowed never to squander a moment's care over the good opinion of others. May they rot in hell. You have heard of my abstemiousness in matters of food and sex. Here is why: I punished myself. If I caught my thoughts straying to another's opinion of me, I sent myself to bed without supper. As for women, I likewise permitted myself none. I missed no few meals, and no small pleasure, before I brought this vice under control. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| d7f99d6 | A cavalryman's horse should be smarter than he is. But the horse must never be allowed to know this. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 274790f | Because when we sit down day after day and keep grinding, something mysterious starts to happen. A process is set into motion by which, inevitably and infallibly, heaven comes to our aid. Unseen forces enlist in our cause; serendipity reinforces our purpose. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 20df8c8 | It is a commonplace among artists and children at play that they're not aware of time or solitude while they're chasing their vision. The hours fly. The sculptress and the tree- climbing tyke both look up blinking when Mom calls, "Suppertime!" | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 578ff9b | Bagger Vance: Don't make no sense is all... Man say he don't play no golf when he out here this shade of night hittin balls off in the dark where he can't even see 'em... Rannulph Junuh: Yep... Well, I've done things that have made less sense... Bagger Vance: As we all have... | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 93581f0 | Then he heard a familiar voice. "That's got 'em! Wonderfull spell, Fireball--" "Fizban!" Tanis groaned." | Margaret Weis | ||
| 0e57ee8 | No, as I've discovered, hate generally costs a man more than he can afford. | Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman | ||
| 44490e6 | How certain are you that this forest is Darken Wood, Raistin? | Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman | ||
| 93b8850 | Not given to boasting, which was a waste of breath-only a man who cannot conquer his deficiencies feels the need to convince the world he has none. | Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman | ||
| 633b547 | Est Sularus oth Mithas"--"My honor is life." -- | Margaret Weis | ||
| 6bfc569 | every man had to walk through a dark, starless night and, when he faced the morning, he'd be better for it. | Margaret Weis | ||
| fb29f1f | The cruelest form of torture one can inflict on a kender is to lock him up. Of course, it is also widely believed that the cruelest form of torture one can inflict on any other species is to lock them up with a kender. | Margaret Weis | ||
| 1a7c464 | M: ... but everytime I start in everytime I everytime you see I would have to tell the whole story all over again or else lie so I lie I just lie who are they who are the storytellers who can put an end to stories | Anne Carson | ||
| 77b3477 | Leslie Marmon Silko whispers the story is long. No, longer. Longer than that even. Longer than anything. With Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath drink at the bar. Laugh the dark laughter in the dark light. Sing a dark drunken song of men. Make a slurry toast. Rock back and forth, and drink the dark, and bask in the wallow of women knowing what women know. Just for a night. When you need to feel the ground of your life and the heart of the world, .. | writing | Lidia Yuknavitch | |
| 9778a87 | And now time is rushing towards them where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces, night at their back. | Anne Carson | ||
| c3b3dc4 | Time as hunger. Time passing and gazing. Time as perseverance. Mountain time. Time as paper folded to look like a mountain. Time compared to the wild fantastic silence of stars. | Anne Carson | ||
| c56297b | Sublime natures are seldom clean! | decreation philosophy | Longinus | |
| 40e53bf | Some conversations are not about what they're about. | Anne Carson | ||
| dbe983c | Early one morning words were missing. Before that, words were not. Facts were, faces were. In a good story, Aristotle tells us, everything that happens is pushed by something else. Three old women were bending in the fields. What use is it to question us? they said. Well it shortly became clear that they knew everything there is to know about the snowy fields and the blue-green shoots and the plant called "audacity," which poets mistake for.. | Anne Carson | ||
| 50ea552 | CHORUS: Helen! wild mad Helen you murdered so many beneath Troy. Now you've crowned yourself one final perfect time, a crown of blood that will not wash away. Strife walks with you everywhere you go. KLYTAIMESTRA: Oh, stop whining. And why get angry at Helen? As if she singlehandedly destroyed those multitudes of men. As if she all alone made this wound in us | Anne Carson | ||
| 02ba206 | Are there many little boys who think they are a Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded him Joyfully | monsters | Anne Carson | |
| 1981eed | I could never tell where inspiration begins and impulse leaves off. I suppose the answer is in the outcome. If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse. | Beryl Markham | ||
| 498f814 | Like night, the desert is boundless, comfortless and infinite. Like night, it intrigues the mind and leads it to futility. When you have flown halfway across a desert, you experience the desperation of a sleepless man waiting for dawn which only comes when the importance of it's coming is lost. You fly forever, weary with an invariable scene, and when you are at last released from its monotony, you remember nothing of it because there was n.. | Beryl Markham | ||
| d25f7b6 | This place) presumed to be a town then, but was hardly more than a word under a tin roof. | small-towns | Beryl Markham |