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Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigour ... If at my convenience I might break them, what would be their worth? ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#doctrine #ethics #law #morality #principles

I held out my book. It was precious to me, as were all the things I'd written; even where I despised their inadequacy there was not one I would disown. Each tore its way from my entrails. Each had shortened my life, killed me with its own special little death. ↗

— Tanith Lee

#writing #death

She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake. ↗

— Margot Asquith

#enough #ice #lies #she #tells

I am a writer. Imagining what someone would say or do comes to me as naturally as breathing. ↗

— Joan Didion

#imagine #imagining #natural #writer #imagination

But more importantly, know I love you more than I can say with simple words. Poets have attempted for centuries to find the perfect combination, and I don’t imagine I shall have more luck than they. ↗

— Lissa Bryan

#ghosts #love #relationships #romance #imagination

I mean, I haven't been around very long. I can't expect everyone to have seen 'The House Bunny'. Oh God. I am having such waves of internal embarrassment, which now I'm admitting on a tape recorder. This is so one of the things I should keep in my head. ↗

— Emma Stone

#am #around #been #bunny #embarrassment

But aesthetic value does not rise from the work's apparent ability to predict a future: we do not admire Cézanne because of the Cubists drew on him. Value rises from deep in the work itself - from its vitality, its intrinsic qualities, its address to the senses, intellect, and imagination; from the uses it makes of the concrete body of tradition. In art there is no progress, only fluctuations of intensity. Not even the greatest doctor in Bologna in the 17th century knew as much a bout the human body as today's third-year medical student. But nobody alive today can draw as well as Rembrandt or Goya. ↗

— Robert Hughes

#art #art

I have a small house so I borrow everything except art, that's what I love. ↗

— Salma Hayek

#borrow #everything #except #house #i

What would your shoes say about the things you do everyday? ↗

— Sherley Mondesir-Prescott

#children #children-s-books #humor #humour #illustrated-books

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way. ↗

— Joe Hill

#imagination