Hadn't I wanted this? I had actively participated in every moment of the creation of this life. So why didn't I see myself in any of it? The only thing more impossible than staying was leaving. I didn...
Guilt’s just your ego’s way of tricking you into thinking that you’re making moral progress.
God never slams a door in your face without opening a box of Girl Scout cookies.
Go be whomever you want to be, then. Do whatever you want to do. Pursue whatever fascinates you and brings you to life. Create whatever you want to create—and
Find somebody new to love someday. Take the time you need to heal, but don't forget to eventually share your heart with someone. Don't make your life a monument to David.
Fear is a deeply ancient instinct, in other words, and an evolutionarily vital one... but it ain't especially smart.
Everything reminds us of something. But once you put your own expression and passion behind an idea, that idea becomes yours.
Everything falls apart. The only thing in life that is permanent is family.
Divine Time, Geological Time, Human Time, Moss Time.
Curiosity is what keeps you working steadily, while hotter emotions may come and go.
Creative Living, Defined So this, I believe, is the central question upon which all creative living hinges: Do you have the courage to bring forth the treasures that are hidden within you? Look, I don...
Clearing out all your misery gets you out of the way. You cease being an obstacle, not only to yourself but to anyone else.
But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilling yearnings.
But if your calling is to make things, then you still have to make things in order to live out your highest creative potential—and also in order to remain sane.
But if you can plant yourself in stillness long enough, you will, in time, experience the truth that everything (both uncomfortable and lovely) does eventually pass.
But I remember thinking that learning how to endure your disappointment and frustration is part of the job of a creative person. If you want to be an artist of any sort, it seemed to me, then handling...
But I explained that deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find...
Because if you love and want something enough—whatever it is—then you don’t really mind eating the shit sandwich that comes with it.
Because either way, it’s all kind of amazing—what we get to do, what we get to attempt, what we sometimes get to commune with.
Atšķirībā no daudzām draudzenēm es nejutu nekādas sāpīgas ilgas, ieraugot mazu bērnu. (Tiesa, es jutu sāpīgas ilgas, ieraugot labu lietoto grāmatu veikalu.)