Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Believe what your heart tells you when you ask, “does this spark joy?”
“People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they’re not on your road doesn’t mean they’re lost.”
Some call it bitching. I call it verbal release therapy.
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
“Who will free me from hurry, flurry, the feeling of a crowd pushing behind me, of being hustled and crushed? How can I regain even for a minute the feeling of ample leisure I had during my early, my creative years? Then I seldom felt fussed, or hurried. There was time for work, for play, for love, the confidence that if a task was not done at the appointed time, I easily could fit it into another hour. I used to take leisure for granted, as I did time itself.”
Bernard Berenson, Sunset and Twilight, from the Diaries of 1947-1958
“I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.”
How slight a nod it would take, how bare a smile, to give everyone you meet today a sense of worth.
A belief is not merely an idea the mind possesses; it is an idea that possesses the mind.
Robert Oxton Bolt,
screenwriter and playwright
“Nothing can make our life, or the lives of other people, more beautiful than perpetual kindness.”
We are the meeting point of our ancestors and descendants. The track leading from the past, and the road heading off into the future, are joined, here and now, with us.