#journal

The life of a journalist is poor, nasty, brutish, and short. So is his style ↗

— Stella Gibbons

#life

The right book at the right time, may mean more in a persone's life than anything else ↗

— Lee Shippey

#life

...true intimacy—sharing who you are, the very deepest part of you—with Him. God wants to listen to who you are. ↗

— Linda Boone

#journaling-with-god #soaking #life

Sherman Reilly Duffy of the pre-World War I CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL once told a cub reporter, 'Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.' Well, socially I fit in just fine between the whore and the bartender. Both are close friends. And I knew the world was round. Yet, as time went by I found myself confronted with the ugly suspicion that the world was, after all, flat and that there were things dark and terrible waiting just over the edge to reach out and snatch life from the unlucky, unwary wanderer. ↗

— Jeff Rice

#journalism #kolchak #press #reporter #truth

I wrote. I wrote all the things I couldn’t say to him. I wrote about how much I believed in us. I wrote about how much I trusted God. I wrote that I was praying for him. I wrote down all the jokes I could remember, which weren’t many. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#heartbroken #jokes #journal #journaling #writer

Journal became a sanctuary where I could pour out in honesty my pain and joy. It recorded my footsteps and helped me understand where I was standing, where I had been, and even where God pointed. ↗

— Sue Monk Kidd

#love

But as you age, you lose other, even more important things, like friends-hopefully only bad friends, who maybe weren't as good for you as you once thought. With luck, you'll be able to hang on to your true friends, the ones who were always there for you....even when you thought they weren't. Because friends like that are more precious then all the tiaras in the world ↗

— Meg Cabot

#princess #age

And so I miss the fertilization that might come from a contact. And for me--yes, I think I might as well admit it--fertilization does come a great deal from contacts. Why then do I avoid them--in a sort of false pride--shyness--timorous modesty? I used to be afraid of falling in love with people--or having them think I was--that I was chasing them (how ridiculous--I am actually always running away!) but now surely--I should be mature enough to be over that. I am no longer afraid of falling in love, and the other false modesties should vanish. I cannot bear to think "par delicatesse j'ai perdu ma vie." (Because of discretion I have lost my life). ↗

— Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#journal #rest #work #life

When there is no freedom, there is no creativity. ↗

— Soud Qbeilat

#creativity #culture #freedom #journalism #art

Lana says J.P. makes Matt Damon from the Bourne movies look like Oliver from Hannah Montana ↗

— Meg Cabot

#princess #movies