#tails

The great thing about Stephen is that he sees the movie as a separate thing, I think. He wants it to capture the essence of the book, and if he feels that's been done, then he's not too particular about the details. I think that's why he's happy. ↗

— Lawrence Kasdan

#been #book #capture #details #done

Either life entails courage, or it ceases to be life. ↗

— E. M. Forster

#courage #either #entails #life

Once I start writing about something, it goes off rather fast, and sometimes details which might be interesting such as what the room looked like or what somebody said that was not exactly on the same subject tend to get lost. ↗

— Kenneth Koch

#details #exactly #fast #get #goes

Your decision to be, have and do something out of ordinary entails facing difficulties that are out of the ordinary as well. Sometimes your greatest asset is simply your ability to stay with it longer than anyone else. ↗

— Brian Tracy

#anyone #asset #decision #difficulties #else

In all works on Natural History, we constantly find details of the marvellous adaptation of animals to their food, their habits, and the localities in which they are found. ↗

— Alfred Russel Wallace

#constantly #details #find #food #found

Dying is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you, because someone's got to take care of all your details. ↗

— Andy Warhol

#care #details #dying #embarrassing #ever

Details create the big picture. ↗

— Sanford I. Weill

#big picture #create #details #picture

Survival is a privilege which entails obligations. I am forever asking myself what I can do for those who have not survived. ↗

— Simon Wiesenthal

#asking #entails #forever #i #i am

Out of absolutely nowhere I felt a sudden, sweet shot of joy, piercing and distilled as the jolt I imagine heroin users get when the fix hits the vein. It was my partner bracing herself on her hands as she slid fluidly off the desk, it was the neat practiced movement of flipping my notebook shut one-handed, it was my superintendent wriggling into his suit jacket and covertly checking his shoulders for dandruff, it was the garishly lit office with a stack of marker-labeled case files sagging in the corner and evening rubbing up against the window. It was the realization, all over again, that this was real and it was my life. Maybe Katy Devlin, if she had made it that far, would have felt this way about blisters on her toes, the pungent smell of sweat and floor wax in the dance studios, the early-morning breakfast bells raced down echoing corridors. Maybe she, like me, would have loved the tiny details and the inconveniences even more dearly than the wonders, because they are the things that prove you belong. ↗

— Tana French

#tiny-details #imagination

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calender that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#feelings #happiness #life #old #sadness