#session

Training is full-on. Some days I really don't want to get out of bed and hit that track again. Sunday and Monday morning sessions are always horrible. But who really looks forward to going to work on a Monday morning? ↗

— Jessica Ennis

#always #bed #days #forward #full-on

Nowadays the rage for possession has got to such a pitch that there is nothing in the realm of nature, whether sacred or profane, out of which profit cannot be squeezed. ↗

— Desiderius Erasmus

#got #nature #nothing #nowadays #out

By that point, I had started taking singing lessons. And after the first session, I mean, I was surprised that the windows didn't shatter. And after the third session, I really didn't know where this voice had come from. ↗

— Gerard Butler

#come #first #had #i #know

Obsession is a young man's game, and my only excuse is that I never grew old. ↗

— Michael Caine

#game #grew #i #man #never

To paraphrase Jane Austen, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a married man in possession of a vast fortune must be in want of a newer, younger wife. ↗

— Bruce Feirstein

#austen #fortune #jane #jane austen #man

Some day the workers will take possession of your city hall, and when we do, no child will be sacrificed on the altar of profit! ↗

— Mother Jones

#child #city #city hall #day #hall

Sorrows cannot all be explained away in a life truly lived, grief and loss accumulate like possessions. ↗

— Stefan Kanfer

#away #cannot #explained #grief #life

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute. ↗

— John Keats

#brood #could #death #hour #i

There is no knowledge, no light, no wisdom that you are in possession of, but what you have received it from some source. ↗

— Brigham Young

#light #possession #received #some #source

As always when he worked with this much concentration he began to feel a sense of introverting pressure. There was no way out once he was in, no genuine rest, no one to talk to who was capable of understanding the complexity (simplicity) of the problem or the approaches to a tentative solution. There came a time in every prolonged effort when he had a moment of near panic, or "terror in a lonely place," the original semantic content of the word. The lonely place was his own mind. As a mathematician he was free from subjection to reality, free to impose his ideas and designs on his own test environment. The only valid standard for his work, its critical point (zero or infinity), was the beauty it possessed, the deft strength of his mathematical reasoning. THe work's ultimate value was simply what it revealed about the nature of his intellect. What was at stake, in effect, was his own principle of intelligence or individual consciousness; his identity, in short. This was the infalling trap, the source of art's private involvement with obsession and despair, neither more nor less than the artist's self-containment, a mental state that led to storms of overwork and extended stretches of depression, that brought on indifference to life and at times the need to regurgitate it, to seek the level of expelled matter. Of course, the sense at the end of a serious effort, if the end is reached successfully, is one of lyrical exhilaration. There is air to breathe and a place to stand. The work gradually reveals its attachment to the charged particles of other minds, men now historical, the rediscovered dead; to the main structure of mathematical thought; perhaps even to reality itself, the so-called sum of things. It is possible to stand in time's pinewood dust and admire one's own veronicas and pavanes. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#art-creation #concentration #depression #despair #loneliness