#work

Rose, I'm an addict with no work ethic who is likely going to go insane. I'm not like you. I'm not a super-hero." "Not yet," I said. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#rose-hathaway #work

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#importance #nervous-breakdowns #neurosis #perspective #self-perception

When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #will-herondale #feeling

A recurrent question about photography is how much self expression it allows the photographer. There are two standard positions, each corresponding to a different location oh photographic skill. The opposition is neatly summed up in Bioy Casares’s novel The Adventures of a Photographer in La Plata (1989). The hero Nicolasito Almanza declares: ‘I am convinced that all of photography depends on the moment we press the release […] I believe that you’re a photographer if you know exactly when to press the release.’ In making this declaration he is responding to the opinion expressed by Mr Gruter, owner of a photographic laboratory: ‘[…] sometimes I wonder if the true work of the photographer doesn’t begin in the dark room, amid the trays and the enlarger. ↗

— Clive Scott

#photography #talent #work #photography

Surely the Shadowhunter community must honor you and hold you in high esteem as a gentleman who has truly advanced their race. No, Henry said sadly. Mostly they wish that I would stop suggesting new inventions and cease setting fire to things. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#henry-branwell #magnus-bane #community

He opened his mouth. The words were there. He was about to say them when a jolt of terror went through him, the terror of someone who, wandering in a mist, pauses only to realise that they have stopped inches from the edge of a gaping abyss. The way she was looking at him - she could read what was in his eyes, he realised. It must have been written plainly there, like words on the page of a book. There had been no time, no chance, to hide it. “Will,” she whispered. “Say something, Will.” But there was nothing to say. There was only emptiness, as there had been before her. As there would always be. 'I have lost everything', Will thought. 'Everything. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #despair #love #tessa-gray #will-herondale

A fuel pump is a fountain drink machine for cars. And people who want to save the environment and get drunk and run to work.
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— Jarod Kintz

#drunk #environment #fuel #gas #gasoline

Go on with your work as usual, for work is a blessed solace. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#louisa-may-alcott #work #louisa-may-alcott

I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#hard-work

Autists are the ultimate square pegs, and the problem with pounding a square peg into a round hole is not that the hammering is hard work. It's that you're destroying the peg. ↗

— Paul Collins

#individuality #hard-work