#eat

If a man, who says he loves you, won’t tell you the details of a private conversation between him and another woman you can be sure he is not protecting your heart. He is protecting himself and the women he has feelings for. Wise women simply see things as they are not as their low self-esteem allows. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#ex-boyfriend #liar #love

... you are lovely - God has painted every feature of your soul ... ↗

— John Geddes

#god #love #poetry #soul #love

No matter what you write, no matter how meticulous and painstaking the creation process, someone is going to laugh, scorn, and dissect your work with criticism while another quietly falls in love with it. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#author #create #form #produce #richelle

Curiously enough, one cannot read a book; one can only reread it. A good reader, a major reader, and active and creative reader is a rereader. ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

#creativity

I feel as though whenever I create something, my Mr. Hyde wakes up in the middle of the night and starts thrashing it. I sometimes love it the next morning, but other times it is an abomination. ↗

— Criss Jami

#artists #creativity #dr-jekyll #dr-jekyll-and-mr-hyde #genius

Once again, we are reminded that awakening, or enlightenment is not the property of Buddhism, any more than Truth is the property of Christianity. Neither the Buddha nor the Christ belongs exclusively to the communities that were founded in their names. They belong to all people of goodwill, all who are attentive to the secret which lives in the depths of their breath and their consciousness. (14) ↗

— Jean-Yves Leloup

#awakening #breath #buddhism #christianity #community

There are people like Senhor José everywhere, who fill their time, or what they believe to be their spare time, by collecting stamps, coins, medals, vases, postcards, matchboxes, books, clocks, sport shirts, autographs, stones, clay figurines, empty beverage cans, little angels, cacti, opera programmes, lighters, pens, owls, music boxes, bottles, bonsai trees, paintings, mugs, pipes, glass obelisks, ceramic ducks, old toys, carnival masks, and they probably do so out of something that we might call metaphysical angst, perhaps because they cannot bear the idea of chaos being the one ruler of the universe, which is why, using their limited powers and with no divine help, they attempt to impose some order on the world, and for a short while they manage it, but only as long as they are there to defend their collection, because when the day comes when it must be dispersed, and that day always comes, either with their death or when the collector grows weary, everything goes back to its beginnings, everything returns to chaos. ↗

— José Saramago

#collecting #death #hobbies #order #death

[A]lways get to the dialogue as soon as possible. I always feel the thing to go for is speed. Nothing puts the reader off more than a big slab of prose at the start." (Interview, The Paris Review, Issue 64, Winter 1975) ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#dialogue #writing #paris

Happiness was useless to me. It was heartache that filled my purse. What happy man has need of Shakespeare? ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#paris #revolution #shakespeare #stage #theater

The leather community is largely anarchistic and shares a healthy distrust of power and arrogance. ↗

— Geoff Mains

#bdsm #leather #anarchy