Bones and questions
Stairs of Basilica S. Maria Maggiore, by the architect Carlo Rainaldi, 1675, in Rome, Italy.
“Just let it grow. Whatever it is that you’re in love with doing right now. Writing, painting, music, photography, calligraphy and anything else under the sun. If it’s good for your soul then just let it bloom naturally. Don’t overthink the success, the audience, the amount of time you put into creating. Just let it be and let love be your guide every step in the way.”
— Juansen Dizon, To Young Creatives
“It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.”
— Caitlyn Siehl (via quotemadness)
“People who didn’t live pre-Internet can’t grasp how devoid of ideas life in my hometown was. The only bookstores sold Bibles the size of coffee tables and dashboard Virgin Marys that glowed in the dark. I stopped in the middle of the SAT to memorize a poem, because I thought, This is a great work of art and I’ll never see it again.”
— Mary Karr, The Art of Memoir No 1 (via elesheva)
“I should’ve died in my 20s. I became successful in my 40s. I became a dad in my 50s. I feel like I’ve stolen a car — a really nice car — and I keep looking in the rearview mirror for flashing lights.”
— Anthony Bourdain
“I wish you a kinder sea.”
— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Catherine May Scott c. August 1848
(via violentwavesofemotion)
“Well, I’m closing in, or opening up. But I’m preparing. I need many voices for my revenge.”
— Keith Waldrop, from Selected Poems; “My Nodebook for December,”
“November night. Brief note to self: Time to take myself in hand. To build into myself, to give myself backbone, however much I fail.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
