Courtesy of Gretchen Rubin Moment of Happiness
“I can take any empty space and call it a bare stage. A man walks across this empty space whilst someone else is watching, and this is all that is needed for an act of theatre to be engaged.”
Peter Brooks, The Empty Space
“The best kind of laughter is laughter born of a shared memory.”
Mindy Kaling, Why Not Me?
“Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.”
William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
“Sight is often reinforced by the other senses. A rose looks different when you can smell it. A ballroom looks different when you can hear music. Whenever I saw the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, I would be apt to play the ‘Marseillaise’ in my mind, and the monument somehow seemed grander and more real.”
Henry Grunwald, Twilight: Losing Sight, Gaining Insight
“When one loves, one does not calculate.”
St. Therese of Lisieux, The Story of a Soul
“The things that we love tell us what we are.”
Thomas Merton, Thoughts in Solitude
“A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all serious daring starts from within.”
Eudora Welty, One Writer’s Beginnings
“You can’t run alongside your grown children with sunscreen and ChapStick on their hero’s journey.”
Anne Lamott, “Twelve Truths I Learned from Writing to Life”
“There is a perfect rout of characters in every man—and every man is like an actor’s trunk, full of strange creatures, new & old. But an actor and his trunk are two different things.”
Wallace Stevens, Wallace Stevens: A Mythology of Self
“With my mother’s death all settled happiness, all that was tranquil and reliable, disappeared from my life. There was to be much fun, many pleasures, many stabs of Joy; but no more of the old security. It was sea and islands now; the great continent had sunk like Atlantis.”
C. S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy
“I don’t know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don’t identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but maybe I have remained exactly as I was as a small boy of twelve.”
Giacometti, Giacometti: A Biography by James Lord
