#pa

Self-inflicted pain has a calming effect; it clears the head, diminishes one's fascination with the ego, and most important, gives one the sense of having taken some real action against the everyday foolishness of the body and of the vagrant, willful, heedless imagination. ↗

— Valerie Martin

#pain #self-inflicted-pain #imagination

Imagination is the gatekeeper of the human soul. ↗

— Alister E. McGrath

#passion #imagination

And I hide behind these books I read while scribbling my poetry, like art could save a wretch like me with some ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve. And I’m never real, it’s just a sketch of me. And everything I’ve made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time. ↗

— Conor Oberst

#art

Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven. ↗

— Francis Beaumont

#companions #earth #faith #fly #heaven

Then she'd stared at him with those radiant blue eyes and asked him to let her go. And bugger, bugger, bigger, he'd suddenly imagined he was sodding Sir Galahad. ↗

— Anna Campbell

#imagination

In trying to find who you are, be less destructive and more constructive. Look at art or whatever your passion is and be productive. ↗

— Nirrimi Joy Hakanson

#identity #life #live #passion #productivity

...she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk's bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood of her futile heart seeping out over her chest and arms and legs, flooding across the rough wooden floor, down the narrow wooden stairs and out into the old soil of the garden. No roses, no, she does not even ask to make roses, just dissolution; most any night she asks just for that. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#emptiness #grief #grieving #loss #lost-love

If literature does one thing, it makes you more empathetic by making you live other lives and feel the pain of others. Ideologues don't feel the pain of others because they haven't imaginatively got under their skins. ↗

— Yann Martel

#empathy #imagination

The rarity of what you hold is more powerful than you can imagine. It is a gift for humanity and the most lethal curse to the vampires. ↗

— Lindsay J. Pryor

#paranormal-romance #pnr #serryn #urban-fantasy #vampire

She imagined she could pull Time like taffy, stretching it longer and longer between her hands until the finest point had been reached, the point just before breaking, and she could live there. A point at the center of time with no going forward, no going back. Clasped in this way, without speaking, walking into no discernible ending, she could almost believe they tread on time. ↗

— Sarah Blake

#stopping-time #ww-ii #imagination