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–pierre-auguste renoir
“Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”
–ernest hemingway
“The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over”
–ernest hemingway
Never write about a place until you’re away from it, because that gives you perspective”
–ernest hemingway
“The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in, shock-proof, shit detector. This is the writer’s radar and all great writers have had it.”
–ernest hemingway
“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don’t cheat with it.”
–ernest hemingway
“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
–mother teresa
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
–jim morrison
“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.”
–lance armstrong
“We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.”
–kenji miyazawa
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you dies each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.”
–ernest hemingway
