Notebook of Characteristics
Month
- your writing is a skill, not an inborn talent (unless, yeah, maybe it is). not everyone can do what you do and love
- everyone says they want to write a book. everyone has what it takes to write a book. not everyone does it anyway. you be the small percentage of success you read about
- your writing will always seem brickshit horrible because you wrote and read it a million times
- you love this writing thingy. quitting it will be like cutting off your fingers one by one.
- someone out there will want to read what you wrote.
- someone out there wants to know what is on your mind.
- someone out there appreciates your art. they will share it with their friends. they will share it with their loved ones. they will share it with their future self because maybe what you wrote saved them.
- if you give up now, you know you will just come back to it again, whether it’s years from now, months, or next week. you love writing, that’s why you planted the seed of thought that you are going to write this book, and whether you come back to it or not, your unwritten stories will come back to you.
“My goal is to pray so much and so often I pray with out realizing it. I want talk to God and learn how to tap in to a relationship. I want to hear His thoughts and I want to laugh with Him. I want to pray so much that it is like talking to my best friend.”
— 90/365 reasons to pray // in-a-sweater-poorly-knit (via worshipgifs)
“You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.”
— Albert Camus, Notebooks
“Will I never rest in sunlight again—slow, languid, and golden with peace?”
— Sylvia Plath in her journal entry dated September 1950, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
“Strength and dignity are her garments and she rejoices without fear of the future”
— Proverbs 31:25
“A good tree can’t produce bad fruit, and a bad tree can’t produce good fruit. A tree is identified by its fruit. Figs are never gathered from thornbushes, and grapes are not picked from bramble bushes. A good person produces good things from the treasury of a good heart, and an evil person produces evil things from the treasury of an evil heart. What you say flows from what is in your heart.
Luke 6:43-45 (NLT)
We must discover the power of love, the power, the redemptive power of love. And when we discover that we will be able to make of this old world a new world.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
“I cannot help it. All of my madness has fallen in love with you and the world feels like it is a dream when you are here, it feels like a nightmare when you disappear.”
— Nikita Gill
dont underestimate the power of kindness. strength is not being cold hearted and aloof, it’s being amicable in the face of bitterness or gentle with those who need to be loved. so please, if nothing else, be kind.
I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea,
‘Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
my buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immesurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.’
-From ‘Portrait of a Lady’ by T.S. Eliot
-T.S. Eliot
Peter: Ned, I just got Lego blocks!
Ned: [gasp] You got Lego blocks!
Peter: We can build ANYTHING WE WANT!
“I like to see you in the morning all new and strange.”
— Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Works; “The Garden of Eden,”
“So I continue to listen to your songs as if they still belonged to us. I wanted to reach for you in the dark, to ask if you heard the same memories I do whenever it plays on the radio or come up on your playlists. Do you still remember when we first met by the city lights, with the night still early and we were young enough to stay up until dawn? Do you still hear our laughter in between pillow fights? Do you still feel the passion like when we first kissed, as if we never came in contact with lips that held so many words and stared into eyes with so many stories? Do you hear the flashbacks of when we were high above the world, we were untouchable and no one could bring us down - not even reality? When you listen to the lyrics, do you think of those times we tried to leave one another, only to be drawn back like magnets who couldn’t help but be pulled back? When the song ends, do you wonder where we’d be if you tried harder and I didn’t finally decide to give up on you, on us? I can see you now - skipping the song when it plays, for you have a new favorite tune now, and I am no longer the one.”
— Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)
Lord, what ever it is I desire, may I desire you more.
What ever it is I seek, may I seek you more.
What ever it is I love, may I love you more.
Be more to me than anything else in this world.
Hey. You there. Aspiring author. Keep writing. The world needs your words. Every single author - big and small, indie and trad, young and old - once stood where you stand, wondering if they were kidding themselves. Keep going. You got this.
“I’m sick of living a life I don’t really wanna live. I want to be excited when I wake up… but every day I’m not. So I keep waiting for someone or something to change. But then I realize: I have to change. I gotta save myself.”
— muse-by-melissa