#what

What if your art could provide everything you ever needed or wanted in life? ↗

— Patti Digh

#artists-life #creativity #question-do-what-you-love #art

I worried I would miss it, and I knew, from losing Wyatt, that things happen the moment the soul is released. Wyatt had been there in the school, watching me, making sure I survived. Souls linger…they do. They linger a bit before they turn toward eternity. It could be that no matter how perfect their future will be, the past still tugs for a moment. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #creativity #death #dying #glass-girl

Beauty is whatever gives joy. ↗

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

#gives #joy #whatever

It is foolish to wish for beauty. Sensible people never either desire it for themselves or care about it in others. If the mind be but well cultivated, and the heart well disposed, no one ever cares for the exterior. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#mind #real #what-is-on-the-inside #beauty

Have you noticed that whatever sport you're trying to learn, some earnest person is always telling you to keep your knees bent? ↗

— Dave Barry

#bent #earnest #keep #knees #learn

Consider the fact that maybe…just maybe…beauty and worth aren’t found in a makeup bottle, or a salon-fresh hairstyle, or a fabulous outfit. Maybe our sparkle comes from somewhere deeper inside, somewhere so pure and authentic and REAL, it doesn’t need gloss or polish or glitter to shine. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#authenticity #beauty #being-fabulous #being-yourself #fabulous

Modernity exists in the form of a desire to wipe out whatever came earlier, in the hope of reaching at least a point that could be called a true present, a point of origin that marks a new departure. ↗

— Paul de Man

#came #could #departure #desire #earlier

I dialed the number slowly, wanting to get it right. Two rings, and he picked up. "Yes," I said after his hello. "Mclean?" he asked. "Is that you?" "Yeah," I said, swallowing and looking out my open door, at the ocean. "The answer's yes." "The answer . . ." he said slowly. "You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you." He was very quiet for a moment. "Where are you?" I started crying again, my voice ragged. He told me to calm down. He told me it was going to be all right. And then, he told he'd be there soon. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#what-happened-to-goodbye #change

He thought himself awake when he was already asleep. He saw the stars above his face, whirling on their silent and sleepless axis, and the leaves of the trees rustling against them, and he heard small changes in the grass. These little noises of footsteps and soft-fringed wing-beats and stealthy bellies drawn over the grass blades or rattling against the bracken at first frightened or interested him, so that he moved to see what they were (but never saw), then soothed him, so that he no longer cared to see what they were but trusted them to be themselves, and finally left him altogether as he swam down deeper and deeper, nuzzling into the scented turf, into the warm ground, into the unending waters under the earth. ↗

— T.H. White

#on #tombstone #want #what #you

But we're still in somewhat a Puritanical society in a lot of ways. ↗

— Joe Mantegna

#puritanical #society #somewhat #still #ways