Staying sober by exploring health.

 

It’s not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. What’s hard is figuring out what you’re willing to give up in order to do the things you really care about.

Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet (via simply-quotes)

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via larmoyante)

Truth is not something outside to be discovered, it is something inside to be realized.

Osho (via inspiringoneatatime)

The one who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. Those who walk alone are likely to find themselves in places no one has ever been before.

Albert Einstein  (via elige)

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A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.

Franz Kafka (via bodasdesangre)

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing. There are two opposing poles of wanting nothing: When one is so full and rich and has so many inner worlds that the outer world is not necessary for joy, because joy emanates from the inner core of one’s being. When one is dead and rotten inside and there is nothing in the world: not all the woman, food, sun or mind-magic of others can reach the wormy core of one’s gutted soul planet.

Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via bookmania)

Write something worth reading or do something worth writing.

Benjamin Franklin (via writeinspace)

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.

Franz Kafka (via travestyintechnicolour)