#rve

I've written about 2,000 short stories; I've only published 300 and I feel I'm still learning. Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as a writer. Ray Bradbury, 1967 interview (Doing the Math - that means for every story he sold, he wrote six "un-publishable" ones. Keep typing!) ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#perserverance #success #writing-life #life

She had fouled off of the curves that life had thrown at her. ↗

— W.P. Kinsella

#curve-ball #foul #resilience #life

If the counsel of the peaceniks had been followed, Kuwait would today be the nineteenth province of Iraq. Bosnia would be a trampled and cleansed province of Greater Serbia, Kosovo would have been emptied of most of its inhabitants, and the Taliban would still be in power in Afghanistan. Yet nothing seems to disturb the contented air of moral superiority of those that intone the "peace movement". ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#leftism #noninterventionism #pacifism #peace-movement #iraq

Truth is the greatest of all national possessions. A state, a people, a system which suppresses the truth or fears to publish it, deserves to collapse. ↗

— Kurt Eisner

#deserves #fears #greatest #national #people

Deep in her heart, she wasn't sure she deserved to be happy, nor did she believe that she was worthy of someone who seemed...normal. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#love #love-worth #nicholas-sparks #safe-haven #love

You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#deserve #hate-you #heart #jamie-weise #love-hate

But the worst of all is, according to the old phrase, while the grass grows, the horse starves, but the man of money is the man for Nova Scotia. Those may do extremely well. ↗

— Nathaniel Smith

#extremely #grass #grows #horse #man

We love those whom we serve (p. 26) ↗

— Richard Paul Evans

#serve #service #love

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#company #deepest #drowsy #electrified #feel

A man without hands came to the door to sell me a photograph of my house. Except for the chrome hooks, he was an ordinary-looking man of fifty or so. ↗

— Raymond Carver

#hooks #no-hands #viewfinder #love