#fes

Once the amateur's naive approach and humble willingness to learn fades away, the creative spirit of good photography dies with it. Every professional should remain always in his heart an amateur. ↗

— Alfred Eisenstaedt

#amateur #approach #away #creative #creative spirit

It's time to launch yourself into that bigger life using your full capacities and with the light of our spirit shining brightly. ↗

— Lynn A. Robinson

#divine-intuition #intuition #manifestation #spirituality #life

Listen to what you tell yourself about your life situation. If you find it's pessimistic or negative, ask yourself, "What's another way of thinking about this?" or "What do I want to create in my life? ↗

— Lynn A. Robinson

#divine-intuition #intuition #manifestation #spirituality #life

Our abode in this world is transitory, our life therein is but a loan... Our breaths are numbered and our indolence is manifest. ↗

— Abu Bakr

#breaths #indolence #life #loan #manifest

See it, learn it, do it ALL. ↗

— Jamie McCall

#adventure #adventurer #author #high-life #law-of-attraction

And I didn't choose it, Kat. I chose you. ↗

— Ally Carter

#happiness #love #love

It's not the right word, Eva," he pressed on stubbornly, his lips at my ear. "That's why I haven't said it. It's not the right word for you and what I feel for you." "Shut up. If you care about me at all, you'll just shut up and go away." "I've been loved before--by Corinne, by other women...But what the hell do they know about me? What the hell are they in love with when they don't know how fucked up I am? If that's love, it's nothing compared to what I feel for you. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#gideon-cross #lovers #love

Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal. ↗

— George Orwell

#confession #love #love

I'm crazy, Zed.' There, I'd admitted it. 'Uh-huh. And I'm crazy too -about you. ↗

— Joss Stirling

#love #sky #zed #love

I think I fell in love with you that amazing night on the kitchen floor. Or maybe it was the evening you stepped up and set my arm." Testing things, he reached for her hand, and, to his joy, she glared, but she let him take it. "Or maybe the night I knew I loved you was when I kissed you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. It's hard to say because I look at you now and it seems to me there's never been a time when I didn't love you. ↗

— Maggie Osborne

#kiss #longing #love #romance #time