I happen to believe we are all walking repositories of buried treasure. I believe this is one of the oldest and most generous tricks the universe plays on us human beings, both for its own amusement and for ours: The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, and then stands back to see if we can find them. The hunt to uncover those jewels – that’s creative living.
She was of the mind that people should make their own decisions about their own lives, if you can image such a preposterous thing.
Love over suffering, always.
Italian men are beautiful in the same way as French women, which is to say – no detail spared in the quest for perfection.
I believe that inspiration will always try its best to work with you – but if you are not ready or available, it may indeed choose to leave you and to search for a different human collaborator.
Sometimes it’s just true that other people have better ideas for your life than you do.
Vitamin E, get much sleep, drink much water, travel to a place far away... meditate and teach your heart that this is destiny.” – Wayan.
What you absolutely must not do is turn around and walk out. Otherwise, you will miss the party, and that would be a pity, because – please believe me – we did not come all this great distance, and make all this great effort, only to miss the party at the last moment.
Q: What is creativity? A: The relationship between a human being and the mysteries of inspiration.
Fear is a desolate boneyard where our dreams go to desiccate in the hot sun.
Anything that the heart has chosen for its own mysterious reasons it can always unchoose later – again, for its own mysterious reasons. And a shared private heaven can quickly descend into a failed private hell.
You can start wherever you decide to start.
Nothing is so essential as dignity. Time will reveal who has it and wi has it not.” -Beatrix Whittaker.
I held on to those other sources of income for so long because I never wanted to burden my writing with the responsibility of paying for my life.
When I don’t know what I’m doing, I look like I don’t know what I’m doing. When I’m excited or nervous, I look excited or nervous. And when I am lost, which is frequently, I look lost.
I would sit with him until he was all right again. I knew that I would sit with him for as long as it took. That’s all I could do. That was my only job in the world that day – to sit with a good man. To watch over him from the other side... until he was steadied.
There’s no dishonor in having a job. What is dishonorable is scaring away your creativity by demanding that it pay for your entire existence.
The poet David Whyte calls this sense of creative entitlement “the arrogance of belonging,” and claims that it is an absolutely vital privilege to cultivate if you wish to interact more vividly with life.
Divine Time, Geological Time, Human Time, Moss Time.
Most of all, though, he asked his students to be brave. Without bravery, he instructed, they would never be able to realize the vaulting scope of their own capacities. Without bravery, they would never know the world as richly as it longs to be known.