#isi

Growing up, I used to practice Invisibility Technique Number Twelve, which I took from the Book of Orafoura. IT#12 simply states: Act like a tree and hope your opponent can’t see the trees for the forest. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#invisibility #funny

Writers often torture themselves trying to get the words right. Sometimes you must lower your expectations and just finish it. ↗

— Don Roff

#finishing #revising #tips #tips-on-writing #torture

Kenapa selama ini orang praktis terlupa akan burung gereja, daun asam, harum tanah: benda-benda nyata yang, meskipun sepele, memberi getar pada hidup dengan tanpa cincong? Tidakkah itu juga sederet rahmat, sebuah bahan yang sah untuk percakapan, untuk pemikiran, untuk puisi—seperti kenyatan tentang cinta dan mati? (Caping 2, h. 72) ↗

— Goenawan Mohamad

#cinta #daun-asam #getar #harum-tanah #hidup

Cinta seperti penyair berdarah dingin Yang pandai menorehkan luka. Rindu seperti sajak sederhana yang tak ada matinya. ↗

— Joko Pinurbo

#puisi #cinta

Puisi bisa menjadi semacam magnet yang melekatkan kita pada seseorang, bahkan bila kita membencinya. Puisi yang kita tak tulis tak akan perah mati, bahkan bila kita mati. ↗

— Helvy Tiana Rosa

#tulisan #cinta

She was returning home to be the wife of, mother of, First Lady of, but what did that really mean? ↗

— Stacy Hawkins Adams

#fictional-character #identity-crisis #personal-growth #home

Kita perlu jatuh cinta atau patah hati untuk dapat membuat puisi yang bagus. ↗

— Helvy Tiana Rosa

#patah-hati #puisi #cinta

Back at home, people would have been weeping and doing a lot of very public group hugs. At Wexford, some people just aggressively pretended nothing was happening. ↗

— Maureen Johnson

#england #home

Because she could feel what he felt. And along with the gratitude, the sheer satisfaction and relief, were other emotions. Appreciation, joy, wonder, and-oh, dear God, LOVE.... Gabriel loved her. She could see herself in his mind, an image so cloaked in glamourand ethereal grace that she could scarcely recognize it. A girl with red-gold hair like a meteor trail and smokey-blue eyes with strange rings in them. An exotic creature that burned like an eager flame. More witch than human. Kaitlyn ↗

— L.J. Smith

#love

I must have a prodigious amount of mind; it takes me as much as a week, sometimes, to make it up! ↗

— Mark Twain

#humor #mind #humor