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He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why so? He was forever in the act of conceiving it! ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#creativity #failure #fantasy #impossible #writers

In art, and maybe just in general, the idea is to be able to be really comfortable with contradictory ideas. In other words, wisdom might be, seem to be, two contradictory ideas both expressed at their highest level and just let to sit in the same cage sort of, vibrating. So, I think as a writer, I'm really never sure of what I really believe. ↗

— George Saunders

#contradiction #ideas #wisdom #writing #art

Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else. ↗

— Albert Camus

#art #creating #flowers #marcel-proust #wallpaper

...selflessness and bravery aren’t all that different. All your life you’ve been training to forget yourself, so when you’re in danger, it becomes your first instinct. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#instinct #selfishness #life

...at last I understood that writing was this: an impulse to share with other people a feeling or truth that I myself had. ↗

— Brenda Ueland

#writing #art

That's how it is with art. Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning are incapable of such writing. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#writing #art

You must forget all your theories, all your ideas before the subject. What part of these is really your own will be expressed in your expression of the emotion awakened in you by the subject. ↗

— Henri Matisse

#art-theory #creativity #design #emotion #matisse

Literature is painting, architecture, and music. ↗

— Yevgeny Zamyatin

#art #creativity #literature #music #painting

It was her first book, an indigo cover with a silver moonflower, an art nouveau flower, I traced my finger along the silver line like smoke, whiplash curves. ... I touched the pages her hands touched, I pressed them to my lips, the soft thick old paper, yellow now, fragile as skin. I stuck my nose between the bindings and smelled all the readings she had given, the smell of unfiltered cigarettes and the espresso machine, beaches and incense and whispered words in the night. I could hear her voice rising from the pages. The cover curled outward like sails. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#silver #smell #wanting #art

Cheaters are cowards that are tempted to chase the fantasy of what could be… instead of courageously addressing their own self-destructive behavior and cultivating what is. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#cheater #cheating #life #love #relationships