At some point, you have to accept that it’s over. You have to stop waiting for the unchangeable to change and start living again, even if it’s not in the same way you did before.
I am too aware of the fact that you only live once and every choice has an impact on the future and you have to make every decision count.
As there begins to be less time ahead of you, you want to be exactly who you are, without making it easier for everyone else.
I bear many scars, but I also bear within me many moments that would never have happened if I had not dared to go beyond my limits.
Control yourself. Become someone who can handle this.
Too late, I said the words knowing they were going to be a problem. This was what I told you but right now it feels as if the drawing is berating me. Too difficult. I screwed up again after so long. So long since you’ve spoken to me and I did it all over again, pushed you away. I wish you understand, I was treating you like a friend but once the words were out and you turned away quickly I should have known. For words that we barely spoke to one another those were some pretty harsh ones I chose.
Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.
The best way of knowing God is to love many things. Love this friend, this person, this thing, whatever you like, and you will be on the right road to understanding Him better, that is what I keep telling myself. But you must love with a sublime, genuine, profound sympathy, with devotion, with intelligence, and you must try all the time to understand Him more, better and yet more.
Attract them by the way you live.
Everything you love is here
Success isn’t a result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire.
You don’t need to be perfect to inspire others. Let people get inspired by how you deal with your imperfection.
He who works with his hands is a laborer.
He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman.
He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.
St. Francis of Assisi