Before I made it as a writer, I taught French at a boys’ school. I often found myself having to explain to the boys the concept of gender.
Why is la table female, they would ask? How can a table have a sex?
Well, of course, it doesn’t. La table is an object; sexless; and its gender is not …
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
I finally figured out that the things that hurt us the most can become the fuel and the catalyst that propel us toward our destiny. It will either make you bitter or it will make you better.
*I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself.*
The universe has to move forward.
Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love.
Whether it’s a world, a person, or a relationship… Everything has its time. And everything ends.
I have a feeling that once you live through something like this, you become a little bit invincible. I am not a victim. No matter what I have been through, I’m still here. I have a history of victory.
Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials.
— Lin Yutang
Amy McDonald - Dancing in the Dark
The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
— Thomas Merton (via dailydoseofstuf)
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality, will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of then, become original without ever having noticed it.
— C S Lewis
ze frank’s An Invocation for Beginnings
One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice—though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles."Mend my life!"each voice cried.But you didn’t stop.You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingersat the very foundations,though their melancholywas terrible.It was already lateenough, and a wild night,and the road full of fallenbranches and stones.But little by little,as you left their voices behind,the stars began to burnthrough the sheets of clouds,and there was a new voicewhich you slowlyrecognized as your own,that kept you companyas you strode deeper and deeperinto the world,determined to dothe only thing you could do —determined to savethe only life you could save.