“I don’t wish to be everything to everyone, but I...
Expectations are intense. I feel as though being the best person for myself first and foremost puts me in a better place for others to love me, and for me to love them. Cliche as it seems, if you can’t love yourself, how is anyone else expected to? Or perhaps the love of another can make you realize the best things about yourself. The possibilities are endless it would seem. Personally, I...
No, life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has...– Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts
With a poem you can say, I now have the equivalent in words for that much of...– T. S. Eliot, The Paris Review (1959)
hopeammen: Today I walked home from class with my eyes mostly closed, just so I could feel. And in those 15 minutes of walking with my eyes mostly closed and my remaining senses wide open, I learned something new thing about myself. I feel, deeply. I get very sad, very mad, and very glad, all very deeply. I cry very easily. As in, all the time. But I laugh very easily too. When I whine, I...
The voice of her inner child calling out for that embrace [of love] was so...– said of Audrey Hepburn, yet felt by Me (via hopeammen)
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction...– T.S. Eliot, Tradition and the Individual Talent 
I can’t get rid of books. It’s almost like having your thoughts [around you]. I...– Keira Knightley, Elle UK, 2011 March
There is thunder in our hearts...
Note to self: phone dates with a dear, dear friend...
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than...– Anais Nin
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and...– Theodore Dreiser, Life, Art, and America 
At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string...– Alberto Manguel
There is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most...– Peyton Conway March
I'm stepping onto the stage...
One steady, heart-felt movement at a time… “A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.” —L. H. Bailey