Adversity is like a strong wind.  It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be.  

Yann Martel

 

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Here, then, picked out at random from the ferment of ten thousand pages and a million words–put down just as they were written, in fragments, jots, or splintered flashes, without order or coherence–here, with all its vanity, faith, despair, joy, and anguish, with all its falseness, error and pretension, and with all its desperate sincerity, its incredible hope, its insane desire, is a picture of a man’s soul and heart–the image of his infuriate desire–caught hot and instant, drawn flaming from the forge of his soul’s agony.

Thomas Wolfe

 

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Diagnosing and labeling people whose struggles are more environmental or learned than genetic or organic is often far more detrimental to healing and change than it is helpful…Labeling the problem in a way that makes it about who people are rather than the choices they’re making lets all of us off the hook:  TOO BAD.  THAT’S WHO I AM.

Brené Brown

 

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We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. We write, like Proust, to render all of it eternal, and to persuade ourselves that it is eternal. We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth. We write to expand our world when we feel strangled, or constricted, or lonely. We write as the birds sing, as the primitives dance their rituals. If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it. When I don’t write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.

Anaïs Nin

 

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You may have convinced yourself that giving is impossible because you have too little for yourself. If you are not generous when it is difficult, you will not be generous when it is easy. Generosity is a function of the heart, not the wallet.

Wayne Dyer

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