Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self.-Cyril Connolly
I’ve had to rise to occasions—not just on the stage—in order to survive, so that bruising is my blessing and those liabilities are my strength now.-Carrie Fisher
The best moments in reading are when you come across something-a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things-that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come down and taken yours.-Alan Bennett
I am thankful to everyone who has deceived me, loved me, made me laugh, made me tear myself apart between geographies and conscience, between reason and fantasy. Thankful to boys who stepped on my heart and ex lovers who made my exorcism of them persist in a whirlwind of records, books, movies and sharp lines. I am thankful to friends who held my hand, and to friends who broke my back; men who saw the worst in me and strangers who saw the best in me without speaking. You’ve been my inspiration and everything you did, knowingly or unknowingly, requited or unrequited, has been ingrained into my writing. You are my special credits. Thank you-Iona Cristina Casapu
If I had an opportunity to stand on a mountain and make my voice heard across the land, I would yell, Take care of all our children. They are the future, they are sacred, they deserve our care. Whatever we don’t spend on them in terms of care, opportunity, and love will haunt the next generation in terms of more violence, sickness and apathy. And it will haunt us all on a spiritual level, because allowing children to starve and go without education is a crime of the spirit.-Charlotte Davis Kasl
“I didn’t know my own father’s life. He was there, but invisible, a shadow beast in the woods; a fire so far away it’s nothing but smoke. That was my father: the man who hadn’t fathered me. It amazed me every time. Again and again and again. Of all the wild things, his failure to love me the way he should have had always been the wildest thing of all. But on that day as I gazed out over the darkening land 50-some nights out on the Pacific Coast Trail, it occurred to me that I didn’t have to be amazed by him anymore. There were so many other amazing things in this world.” -Cheryl Strayed
When her pain is fresh and new, let her have it. Don’t try to take it away. Forgive yourself for not having that power. Grief and pain are like joy and peace; they are not things we should try to snatch from each other. They’re sacred. They are part of each person’s journey. All we can do is offer relief from this fear: I am all alone. That’s the one fear you can alleviate. Offer your presence, your love, yourself, so she’ll understand that no matter how dark it gets, she’s not walking alone. That is always enough to offer. Thank God. -Glennon Doyle
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage. His wings are clipped and his feet are tied, so he opens his throat to sing.-Maya Angelou
My friends, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled business. Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of ‘I could have, I should have’. We can sleep in a storm. And when it’s time, our good-byes will be complete.-Mitch Albom (Have a Little Faith)
And never forget that writing is a close as we get to keeping a hold of the thousand and one things (childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves) that go on slipping like sand through our fingers.-Salman Rushdie
Miss Me But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the day
and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared.
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
and each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the maker’s plan,
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
go to the friends we know.
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds-
Miss me but let me go.
What I’ve come to learn is that the world is never saved in grand messianic gestures, but in the simple accumulation of gentle, soft, almost invisible acts of compassion.
― Chris Abani
“Writing can be painful, it fixes the weight of the words on support but painting is more dreamy. I don’t care about perspective, technique, quality. If I wanted to obey rules, I wouldn’t have turned to art. There is something heavy inside my heart and something feathery. This is why I paint and write. This is nostalgia.-Ioana Cristina Casapu
I’m a human who’s had her fair share of challenging and unhappy experiences. Over time, I’ve paid attention, taken notes and forgotten easily half of everything I’ve gone through. But I’ll rifle through the half I recall and lay it at your feet.-Carrie Fisher
“Damaged people love you like you are a crime scene before a crime has even been committed. They keep running shoes besides their soul every night, one eye open in case things change whilst they sleep. Their backs are always tense as though waiting to fight a sudden storm that might engulf them. Because damaged people have already seen hell. And damaged people understand that every evil demon that exists down there was once a kind angel before it fell.” ❤