The ultimate goal of writing is forgiveness.
Moving on is easy. It’s staying moved on that’s trickier.
There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It’s just a waste of perfectly good happiness.
If pain doesn’t lead to humility, you have wasted your suffering.
Every advantage is temporary.
Everybody deserves love, but nobody is entitled to it.
Writing is not a matter of time, but a matter or of space. If you don’t keep space in your head for writing, you won’t write even if you have the time.
If you don’t write when you don’t have time for it, you won’t write when you do have time for it.
If truth doesn’t set you free, generosity of spirit will.
The practice of forgiveness is very much like the practice of meditation. You have to do it often and persist at it in order to be any good.
I’ve never heard anyone say “I wish I hadn’t forgiven.
Impatience kills quickly.
Now we go in and take over,” answered A. “It’s our duty to help these people.
Writing to impress others is the surest path to pretentious mediocrity.
One doesn’t simply grieve the loss of a relationship. One grieves the loss of the possible future, as well as the wiping-out of the past.
It’s not that other people seduce us. It’s that we so desperately crave the destruction of our own lives.
If a woman tells you how to make love to her, believe her.
Sometimes you have no doubt because you have no choice.