Happiness comes when you believe in what you are doing, know what you are doing,...– Brian Tracy (via myquotelibrary)
Happiness / Jane Kenyon
There’s just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away. And how can you not forgive? You make a feast in honor of what was lost, and take from its place the finest garment, which you saved for an occasion you could not imagine, and you weep night and day to know that you were not...
You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it.– Adrienne Rich, What is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics (via awritersruminations)
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I cannot give a single concert at which I do not play one piece after the other...– Clara Schumann (via classicalliterature) Feel ya Clara!
I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations — one can either do...– Søren Kierkegaard (via countlessendeavors)
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must...– Rumi (via nirvikalpa)
There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is...– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via larmoyante)
J’accepte la grande aventure d’être moi– Simonde de Beauvoir (via ratak-monodosico)
And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other...– Marina Tsvetaeva, from “I Know the Truth” (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
No good opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling...– W. H. Auden (via psychoticpianist)
You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out...– Anne Lamott (via wordpainting)
Your head is a living forest full of song birds.– E.E. Cummings (via thewoodbetweentheworlds)
We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing – an actor, a writer – I am a...– Stephen Fry (via insomnambulist)
All great and precious things are lonely.– John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via calloway)
And yet I always retained the secret hope that in time my people too, not as a...– Hermann Hesse; Life Story Briefly Told
Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.– Lawrence Ferlinghetti; Americus, Book I (via wordpainting)
No metronome at all! He who has sound feeling needs none, and he who has not...– Beethoven, upon realizing he had marked 2 different scores for his 9th symphony with completely different metronome markings. (via blogthoven)