#ear

One should always seek out opportunity, not security. The desire for opportunity comes from courage, whereas the desire for security comes from fear. ↗

— Lisa Taylor

#fear #inspirational #opportunity #courage

Oh Moon, sweet, sweet Moon, I want to be naked on you. I want to be like a flower growing on your surface, unique and mysterious, at home in the wonder of you, as if my naked body would be something growing out of your soil, something precious, a lovely gift on your landscape. ↗

— James Lusarde

#mystery #wonder #yearning #home

After a few months in my parents' basement, I took an apartment near the state university, where I discovered both crystal methamphetamine and conceptual art. Either one of these things are dangerous, but in combination they have the potential to destroy entire civilizations. ↗

— David Sedaris

#apartment #art #basement #both #civilizations

It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking, like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand. Not a shattering, not a tearing apart, there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation. It is merely an internal realization that something treasured you never knew you had is leaving forever. ↗

— Samantha Bruce-Benjamin

#art

Self-consciousness is the enemy of all art, be it acting, writing, painting, or living itself, which is the greatest art of all. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#fear #life #art

The rifle itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and while the latter cannot be persuaded to the path of righteousness by propaganda, they can certainly be corrected by good men with rifles. ↗

— Jeff Cooper

#bill-of-rights #constitution #evil #freedom #good-and-evil

You are born an artist or you are not. And you stay an artist, dear, even if your voice is less of a fireworks. The artist is always there. ↗

— Maria Callas

#artist #born #dear #even #fireworks

A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#king-lear #art

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#new-year #voice #words #words

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#fearlessness #joy #night #beauty