#all

There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom. As the pen touches the paper, for a moment, I'm alive. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#freedom

One thing I have always been is too short. It's adorable when you're in junior high. After that, it's a pain in the ass for the rest of your life. ↗

— Elizabeth Berg

#humor #small #stature #humor

Books that teach us to dance: There are writers who, by portraying the impossible as possible, and by speaking of morality and genius as if both were high-spirited freedom, as if man were rising up on tiptoe and simply had to dance out of inner pleasure. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#human #freedom

I've never been in love, but I've always imagined it--weirdly--like some sort of OxiClean commercial. The TV host shows a scene from an ordinary day, and then takes a big old sponge soaked in love and swipes away the stains. Suddenly that same scene is missing all the mistakes, all the loneliness. The colors are like jewels, ten times richer than they were before. The music is louder and clearer. "Love," the host will say, "makes life a little brighter. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#imagination

I do love being in my studio. Especially at night. ↗

— Brian Eno

#especially #i #i do #love #night

People define themselves aesthetically at a very young age. ↗

— Thom Filicia

#age #define #people #themselves #very

As if it were Injustice to sell dearer than we buy; or to give more to a man than he merits. The value of all things contracted for, is measured by the Appetite of the Contractors: and therefore the just value, is that which they be contented to give. ↗

— Thomas Hobbes

#fallacy #free-market #freedom-to-contract #just-price #freedom

The universe isn’t neutral, it has a plan, it has a pattern, a big idea that is seeking willing places for its ever expanding expression; and the good news is that it is always conspiring for your freedom. No matter how it may appear. ↗

— Derek Rydall

#emergence #law-of-emergence #selfhelp #spirituality #freedom

I don't think any child could really be happy between five and eight away from their parents. ↗

— Tina Louise

#away #be happy #between #child #could

Just as abruptly, he'd become a father. While preparing the book for publication, he'd been dating a woman named Sarah Coowe, an infectious-disease specialist at MGH. They were evenly matched in many ways: sharp-dressed, sharp-tongued, and devoted to their careers and personal freedoms to the exclusion of any serious interest in so-called romance. They spent ten months together. A few weeks after they broke up -- Sarah initiated the split -- she called to say that she was pregnant. "It's mine?" asked Affenlight. "He or she," replied Sarah, "is mostly mine." They named the child Pella -- that was Affenlight's idea, though Sarah certainly had the final say. For those first couple of years, Affenlight conspired as often as he could to show up at Sarah and Pella's Kendall Square townhouse with expensive takeout and a new toy. He was fascinated with his daughter, with the sheer reality of her, a beautiful something where before there'd been nothing. He hated kissing her good-bye; and yet he relished, couldn't keep himself from relishing, the total quiet of his townhouse when he walked in, the scattered books and papers and lack of baby-proofing. ↗

— Chad Harbach

#so-called-romance #art