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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e162cb4 | If tomorrow morning by some stroke of magic every dazed and benighted soul woke up with the power to take the first step toward pursuing his or her dreams, every shrink in the directory would be out of business. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 48bf07a | The artist must be like that Marine. He has to know how to be miserable. He has to love being miserable. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 52d037d | I will gladly shell out $24.95 or $9.99 or 99 cents on iTunes to read or see or listen to the 24-karat treasure that you have refined from your pain and your vision and your imagination. I need it. We all do. We're struggling here in the trenches. That beauty, that wisdom, those thrills and chills, even that mindless escape on a rainy October afternoon -- I want it. Put me down for it. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| ad25935 | There's no mystery to turning pro. It's a decision brought about by an act of will. We make up our minds to view ourselves as pros and we do it. Simple as that. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 401b626 | Discipline yourself to boil down your story/new business/philanthropic enterprise to a single page. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| bdc4d1e | 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. This is the other secret that real artists know and wannabe writers don't. When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 97b182e | The Problem Is the Problem A professional does not take success or failure personally. That's Priority Number One for us now. That our project has crashed is not a reflection of our worth as human beings. It's just a mistake. It's a problem--and a problem can be solved. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| c9c4607 | When we're living as amateurs, we're running away from our calling -- meaning our work, our destiny, the obligation to become our truest and highest selves. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 275489a | What husband is he who abandons his wife? What wife is she taken without love? The gods demand of us action and the use of our free will! That is piety, not to buckle beneath necessity's yoke like dumb beasts! | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 05b4234 | Someone once asked Somerset Maugham if he wrote on a schedule or only when struck by inspiration. "I write only when inspiration strikes," he replied. "Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp." | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 1fa9ce5 | It's only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| f2d96cd | When we raise our game aesthetically, we elevate it morally and spiritually as well. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| fe52244 | Assistance is the universal, immutable force of creative manifestation, whose role since the Big Bang has been to translate potential into being, to convert dreams into reality. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 74d75ff | Socrates demonstrated long ago, that the truly free individual is free only to the extent of his own self-mastery. While those who will not govern themselves are condemned to find masters to govern over them. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 46236cc | Jewish despair arises from want and can be cured by surfeit. Give a penniless Jew fifty quid and he perks right up. Irish despair is different. Nothing relieves Irish despair. The Irishman's complaint lies not with his circumstances, which might be rendered brilliant by labour or luck, but with the injustice of existence itself. Death! How could a benevolent Deity gift us with life, only to set such a cruel term upon it? Irish despair knows.. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| 3d5b634 | A king does not expend his substance to enslave men, but by his conduct and example makes them free. | Steven Pressfield | ||
| b05e09e | Have regular hours for work and play, make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will be delightful, old age will bring few regrets, and life become a beautiful success, in spite of poverty. | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 9aafa75 | Jo couldn't even lose her heart in a decorous manner, but sternly tried to quench her feelings, and failing to do so, led a somewhat agitated life. She was mortally afraid of being laughed at for surrendering, after her many and vehement declarations of independence. | love | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 14f6b2e | Be thankful you can feel pity and horror at the death of an enemy. The day we cease to care, even for our enemies, is the day we have lost this battle. | Margaret Weis | ||
| f9eb5f8 | The darkness might conquer, but it could never extinguish hope. And though one candle, or many, might flicker and die, new candles would be lit from the old. Thus hope's flame always burns, lighting the darkness until the coming of day. | Margaret Weis | ||
| 6ba77b5 | Lizards that blend into the rock do so to catch flies. | Margaret Weis / Tracy Hickman | ||
| 02087df | No, as I've discovered, hate generally costs a man more than he can afford. And what about love? Alfred asked softly. Hugh didn't even bother to reply. | Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman | ||
| 935206c | love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy. | love | Louisa May Alcott | |
| 04b0403 | I don't envy her much, in spite of her money, for after all rich people have about as many worries as poor ones, I think | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| 137ab21 | Mothers have need of sharp eyes and discreet tongues when they have girls to manage | Louisa May Alcott | ||
| d077d0c | Raistlin lay on the floor, his skin white, his breathing shallow. Blood trickled from his mouth. Kneeling down, Caramon lifted him in his arms. "Raistlin?" he whispered. "What happened?" "That's what happened," Tanis said grimly, pointing. Caramon glanced up, his gaze coming to rest on the dragon orb - now grown to the size Caramon had seen in Silvanesti. It stood on the stand Raistlin had made for it. Caramon sucked in his breath in horror.. | Margaret Weis | ||
| 05cd838 | Raistlin opened his eyes, looking at her without recognition. And in them, she saw deep, undying sorrow--the look of one who has been permitted to enter a realm of deadly, perilous beauty, and who now finds himself, once more, cast down into the grey, rain-swept world. | sorrow | Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman | |
| 2161aca | Say that our lives are measured not by gain but by giving. | Margaret Weis | ||
| 3195374 | Magic is the recognition of the fire burning behind us when all else see only their own shadow on the wall. | Margaret Weis | ||
| e6a2de6 | My waking and sleeping seem mixed together. I'm walking in a dream half the time, and sleeping through reality the other half. | Margaret Weis | ||
| 7fce81a | Hope lives. No matter the mistakes we make, no matter our blunders and misunderstandings, no matter the grief and sorrow and loss, no matter how deep the darkness, hope lives. | Margaret Weis | ||
| cc280b5 | How is it done? By not doing. By dreaming insistently. By performing our daily duties but living, simultaneously, in the imagination. Travelling far and wide, in the geography of our minds. Conquering like Caesar, amid the blaring trumpets of our reverie. Experiencing intense sexual pleasure, in the privacy of our fantasy. Feeling everything in every way, not in the flesh, which always tires, but in the imagination. | Fernando Pessoa | ||
| 8457250 | Words are Hamlet's constant companions, his weapons, and his defenses. ... And yet, words also serve as Hamlet's prison. He analyzes and examines every nuance of his situation until he has exhausted every angle. They cause him to be indecisive. He dallies in his own wit, intoxicated by the mix of words he can concoct; he frustrates his own burning desire to be more like his father, the Hyperion. When he says that Claudius is "... no more li.. | Carla Lynn Stockton | ||
| 942ec0d | Aristotle tells us that the high-pitched voice of the female is one evidence of her evil disposition, for creatures who are brave or just (like lions, bulls, roosters and the human male) have large deep voices.... High vocal pitch goes together with talkativeness to characterize a person who is deviant from or deficient in the masculine ideal of self-control. Women, catamites, eunuchs and androgynes fall into this category. Their sounds are.. | Anne Carson | ||
| a852451 | Ascent of the rapist up the stairs seems as slow as lava. She listens to the black space where his consciousness is, moving towards her. | Anne Carson | ||
| ae8c976 | It was not fear of ridicule, to which everyday life as a winged red person had accommodated Geryon early in life, | Anne Carson | ||
| 1970e1c | These days Geryon was experiencing a pain not felt since childhood. His wings were struggling. They tore against each other on his shoulders like the little mindless red animals they were. | Anne Carson | ||
| 84abdf0 | I will not stop singing the Muses who set me dancing. | creativity dancing euripides happiness inspiration inspirational-quotes joy life love muses poet poetry sing tragedy work writer | Anne Carson | |
| f70b144 | So much human cruelty is simply incidental is simply brainless. Simply no common sense. You could take the entirety of the common sense of humans and put it in the palm of | cruelty | Anne Carson | |
| 57898ee | Pilgrims were people glad to take off their clothing, which was on fire. | Anne Carson | ||
| d6562bc | And for a moment the frailest leaves of life contained him in a widening happiness. | Anne Carson | ||
| 5b0e905 | I walk and walk with cold hands. Back at the house it is filled with longing, nothing to carry longing away. I look back over my life. I try to find analogies. There are none. I have longed for people before, I have loved people before. | longing-for-someone longing-poetry | Anne Carson | |
| 1cbad77 | What if you get stranded in the town where pears and winter are variants for one another? Can you eat winter? No. Can you live six months inside a frozen pear? No. But there is a place, I know the place, where you will stand and see pear and winter side by side as walls stand by in silence. Can you punctuate yourself as silence? You will see the edges cut away from you, back into a world, of another kind-- back into real emptiness, some wou.. | Anne Carson | ||
| b524cc5 | Antigone: We begin in the dark and birth is the death of us. Ismene: Who said that? Antigone: Hegel. Ismene: Sounds more like Beckett. Antigone: He was paraphrasing Hegel. Ismene: I don't think so. | Anne Carson |