#from

Remember not all Germans were Nazis. ↗

— Erin Gruwell

#freedom

Writing became such a process of discovery that I couldn't wait to get to work in the morning: I wanted to know what I was going to say. ~Sharon O'Brien ↗

— Sharon O'Brien

#writing #writing-from-the-heart #writing-process #love

I am in love with a pianist, without his piano what is he? ↗

— Jai Clare

#love

I eat, breath and sleep and that makes me like everyone else. When I write, I become something much greater than flesh & bone; something that will stay behind long after that part of me is gone. Writing makes me special, readers make me everlasting. ↗

— C.K. Webb

#writing-from-the-heart #inspirational

Loss invites reflection and reformulating and a change of strategies. Loss hurts and bleeds and aches. Loss is always ready to call out your name in the night. Loss follows you home and taunts you at the breakfast table, follows you to work in the morning. You have to make accommodations and broker deals to soften the rabbit punches that loss brings to your daily life. You have to take the word "loser" and add it to your resume and walk around with it on your name tag as it hand-feeds you your own shit in dosages too large for even great beasts to swallow. The word "loser" follows you, bird-dogs you, sniffs you out of whatever fields you hide in because you have to face things clearly and you cannot turn away from what is true. ↗

— Pat Conroy

#lesson-from-lossing #life-lesson #loser-quotes #losing #losing-quotes

While you were protecting me from the world, just never thought you'd be my greatest enemy ↗

— Vivian E. Moore

#love

I'll tell u boys it's tough to be alone, and it's tough to love a doll that's not ur own. ↗

— Arther Miller

#love

Do not cry to me. I can only cry with you. I will not die for you. I am still too young in the meaning of love. Talk to the Fool, to the one who left a throne to enter an anthill. He will enter your shadow. It cannot taint HIm. He has done it before. His holiness is not fragile. It burns like a father to the sun. Touch His skin, put your hand in His side. He has kept His scars when He did not have to. Give Him your pain and watch it overwhelmed, burned away in the joy He takes in loving. In stooping. ↗

— N.D. Wilson

#love

And in a blinding flash my wedding dress, which is hung right there, opposite me, in the corner of the bedroom, comes alive. The heavy satin rustles like it’s just about to breathe. The lace trembles in the cold air. And for a moment the beading glitters. It blinks, like it’s trying to bring back some memory. So bright, so dazzling! Then the dress sinks back into the dark." Anita, in Apart From Love ↗

— Uvi Poznansky

#love

The Day of Judgment was coming and sinners were going to burn, burn, burn in the fire of hell. “Repent”, he roared. “You don’t have to anything to sin you just have to think it. Yes, sexual fantasies were a sin. All this sinning must stop”. He asked for loud music to stop videos and televisions to be thrown into the bin. They were corrupting our innocent kids. “Repent, repent “he roared again. His temper was so bad he looked flushed and had to ask the choir to sing to regain his voice. The choir sang Jesus Loves You. Everybody was talking about Fr. Shaw’s sermon from the pulpit for the whole week. ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#love