#tin

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#death #end #enough #far #keep

Let go of certainty. The opposite isn't uncertainty. It's openness, curiosity and a willingness to embrace paradox, rather than choose up sides. The ultimate challenge is to accept ourselves exactly as we are, but never stop trying to learn and grow. ↗

— Tony Schwartz

#certainty #curiosity #growing #learning #letting-go

...set your fantasies in the here and now and then, if challenged, claim to be writing Magical Realism. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#challenge

That's interesting," Bitterblue said. "You think a conscience requires fear? ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#conscience #fear #kristin-cashore #conscience

The first time she carved something into her skin, she used the sharp tip of an X-Acto knife. She lifted up her shirt to show me after the cuts had scabbed over. She had scrawled F*** YOU on her stomach. I stood quiet for a moment, feeling the breath get knocked out of me. I should have grabbed her arm and taken her straight to the nurse's office, into that small room with two cots covered in paper sheets and the sweet, stale medicinal smell. I should have lifted Ingrid's shirt to show the cuts. Look, I would've said to the nurse at her little desk, eyeglasses perched on her pointed nose. Help her. Instead, I reached my hand out and traced the words. The cuts were shallow, so the scabs only stood out a little bit. They were rough and brown. I knew that a lot of girls at our school cut themselves. They wore their long sleeves pulled down past their wrists and made slits for their thumbs so that the scars on their arms wouldn't show. I wanted to ask Ingrid if it hurt to do that to herself, but I felt stupid, like I must have been missing something, so what I said was, F*** you too, b****. Ingrid giggled, and I tried to ignore the feeling that something good between us was changing. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#friends #change

One day the absurdity of the almost universal human belief in the slavery of other animals will be palpable. We shall then have discovered our souls and become worthier of sharing this planet with them. ↗

— Martin Luther King Jr.

#martin-luther-king-jr #slavery

I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#space

Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before. And although you are physically by yourself, the haunting Demon never leaves you, that Demon being the knowledge of your own terrible limitations, your hopeless inadequacy, the impossibility of ever getting it right. No matter how diamond-bright your ideas are dancing in your brain, on paper they are earthbound. ↗

— William Goldman

#doubts #self-doubt #writing #doubt

Through others we become ourselves. ↗

— Lev S. Vygotsky

#educatin #identity #imitation #psychology #self-awareness

Even as I hold you, I am letting you go. ↗

— Alice Walker

#hold-you #leaving #let-go #letting-go #loss