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  • #1
    Henry James
    “Never say you know the last word about any human heart.”
    Henry James

  • #2
    Henry James
    “Don't pass it by--the immediate, the real, the only, the yours.”
    Henry James

  • #3
    Henry James
    “Try to be one of those on whom nothing is lost.”
    Henry James, The art of fiction

  • #4
    Henry James
    “A second chance—that’s the delusion. There never was to be but one. We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.”
    Henry James, The Middle Years

  • #5
    Henry James
    “There are two kinds of taste in the appreciation of imaginative literature: the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.”
    Henry James

  • #6
    Ayn Rand
    “If you don't know, the thing to do is not to get scared, but to learn.”
    Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

  • #7
    Albert Camus
    “When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
    Albert Camus

  • #8
    Albert Camus
    “Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.”
    Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942

  • #9
    Ayn Rand
    “Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem .. Love is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.”
    Ayn Rand

  • #10
    Sylvia Plath
    “Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #11
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have. Music seems to me to act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh. And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time.”
    Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata

  • #12
    Leo Tolstoy
    “He was right in saying that the only certain happiness in life is to live for others.”
    Leo Tolstoy

  • #13
    Leo Tolstoy
    “And all people live, not by reason of any care they have for themselves, but by the love for them that is in other people.”
    Leo Tolstoy

  • #14
    Leo Tolstoy
    “He soon felt that the fulfillment of his desires gave him only one grain of the mountain of happiness he had expected. This fulfillment showed him the eternal error men make in imagining that their happiness depends on the realization of their desires.”
    Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

  • #15
    Gabriel García Márquez
    “It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”
    Gabriel García Márquez

  • #16
    Joe L. Wheeler
    “Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it.”
    Joe L. Wheeler

  • #17
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “For myself, I find I become less cynical rather than more--remembering my own sins and follies; and realize that men's hearts are not often as bad as their acts, and very seldom as bad as their words.”
    Tolkien J.R.R., The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #18
    Peter  Jackson
    “A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.”
    Peter Jackson, The Art of The Return of the King

  • #19
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #20
    Tim O'Brien
    “I cannot remember much, I cannot feel much. Maybe erasure is necessary. Maybe the human spirit defends itself as the body does, attacking infection, enveloping and destroying those malignancies that would otherwise consume us.”
    Tim O'Brien, In the Lake of the Woods

  • #21
    Tim O'Brien
    “We are fascinated, all of us, by the implacable otherness of others. And we wish to penetrate by hypothesis, by daydream, by scientific investigation those leaden walls that encase the human spirit, that define it and guard it and hold it forever inaccessible.”
    Tim O'Brien, In the Lake of the Woods

  • #22
    Ayn Rand
    “As a human being, you have no choice about the fact that you need a philosophy. Your only choice is whether you define your philosophy by a conscious, rational, disciplined process of thought and scrupulously logical deliberation - or let your subconscious accumulate a junk heap of unwarranted conclusions, false generalizations, undefined contradictions, undigested slogans, unidentified wishes, doubts and fears, thrown together by chance, but integrated by your subconscious into a kind of mongrel philosophy and fused into a single, solid weight: self-doubt,
    Like a ball and chain in the place where your mind's wings should have grown.”
    ayn rand

  • #23
    “The desire to make art begins early. Among the very young this is encouraged (or at least indulged as harmless) but the push toward a 'serious' education soon exacts a heavy toll on dreams and fantasies....Yet for some the desire persists, and sooner or later must be addressed. And with good reason: your desire to make art -- beautiful or meaningful or emotive art -- is integral to your sense of who you are. Life and Art, once entwined, can quickly become inseparable; at age ninety Frank Lloyd Wright was still designing, Imogen Cunningham still photographing, Stravinsky still composing, Picasso still painting.

    But if making art gives substance to your sense of self, the corresponding fear is that you're not up to the task -- that you can't do it, or can't do it well, or can't do it again; or that you're not a real artist, or not a good artist, or have no talent, or have nothing to say. The line between the artist and his/her work is a fine one at best, and for the artist it feels (quite naturally) like there is no such line. Making art can feel dangerous and revealing. Making art is dangerous and revealing. Making art precipitates self-doubt, stirring deep waters that lay between what you know you should be, and what you fear you might be. For many people, that alone is enough to prevent their ever getting started at all -- and for those who do, trouble isn't long in coming. Doubts, in fact, soon rise in swarms:

    "I am not an artist -- I am a phony. I have nothing worth saying. I'm not sure what I'm doing. Other people are better than I am. I'm only a [student/physicist/mother/whatever]. I've never had a real exhibit. No one understands my work. No one likes my work. I'm no good.

    Yet viewed objectively, these fears obviously have less to do with art than they do with the artist. And even less to do with the individual artworks. After all, in making art you bring your highest skills to bear upon the materials and ideas you most care about. Art is a high calling -- fears are coincidental. Coincidental, sneaky and disruptive, we might add, disguising themselves variously as laziness, resistance to deadlines, irritation with materials or surroundings, distraction over the achievements of others -- indeed anything that keeps you from giving your work your best shot. What separates artists from ex-artists is that those who challenge their fears, continue; those who don't, quit. Each step in the artmaking process puts that issue to the test.”
    David Bayles, Art and Fear
    tags: art, fear

  • #24
    Albert Einstein
    “Strange is our situation here upon earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to a divine purpose. From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: That we are here for the sake of other men —above all for those upon whose smile and well-being our own happiness depends, for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy. Many times a day, I realize how much my outer and inner life is built upon the labors of people, both living and dead, and how earnestly I must exert myself in order to give in return as much as I have received and am still receiving.”
    Albert Einstein, Living Philosophies

  • #25
    Mark Twain
    “Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed down-stairs one step at a time.”
    Mark Twain

  • #26
    Mark Twain
    “We are strange beings, we seem to go free, but we go in chains -- chains of training, custom, convention, association, environment -- in a word, Circumstance -- and against these bonds the strongest of us struggle in vain.”
    Mark Twain

  • #27
    Pablo Neruda
    “The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees
    that burned with sweetness or maddened
    the sting: the struggle continues,
    the journeys go and come between honey and pain.
    No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net.
    They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river.
    Sleep doesn't divide life into halves,
    or action, or silence, or honor:
    life is like a stone, a single motion,
    a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
    an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
    that climbs or descends burning in your bones.”
    Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

  • #28
    Walt Whitman
    “O Me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
    Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
    Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
    Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
    Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
    Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
    The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

    Answer.

    That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
    That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.”
    Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

  • #29
    Helen Keller
    “For, after all, every one who wishes to gain true knowledge must climb the Hill Difficulty alone, and since there is no royal road to the summit, I must zigzag it in my own way. I slip back many times, I fall, I stand still, I run against the edge of hidden obstacles, I lose my temper and find it again and keep it better, I trudge on, I gain a little, I feel encouraged, I get more eager and climb higher and begin to see the widening horizon. Every struggle is a victory. One more effort and I reach the luminous cloud, the blue depths of the sky, the uplands of my desire.”
    Helen Keller, The Story of My Life

  • #30
    Art Spiegelman
    “To die, it's easy. But you have to struggle for life.”
    Art Spiegelman, Maus I: A Survivor's Tale: My Father Bleeds History



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