I took this photo during a brutal winter, last year I think in my friends back yard. A frozen pipe broke and spewed onto the garden furniture and created this..that is a regular bench.
hard as hell
but it can still be
“Life is never what you expect, it’s how you deal with what comes that makes a man or a woman out of you”
It’s a realization that dawns
After you managed to live through
That punch in the gut
You were sure you would
never get over
First, it’s “why me!”
But, why not you!! What makes you so darn special?
This is life, and everybody’s got to go through it. If you’re lucky.
Afterall, what is the alternative?
I am participating in Writer’s Quote Wednesday over at SilverThreading.com with Colleen. This is in conjuction with RonovanWrites.com. All are invited, pop on over for a read of the entries or to join in:)
“I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me an enquiry as to their working and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval and my efforts their self – expression.”
Sounds like he’s been on my insides.
Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish.
I need to listen to this one myself. I am forever editing what comes out of me..to fit what – I don’t know
How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.
Henry David Thoreau
For some reason the person that came to mind when I read this was Hemingway.
These is my entry this week to Writer’s Quote Wednesday over at SilverThreading hosted by Colleen and by Ron over at Ronovan Writes
So feel free to pop over, participate and have a read…all are welcome.
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly”.
When I came across this quote more than anything, the name of the author rang a bell. I never read anything by him. I just think he was on one of my ‘to read’ lists. He had some pretty interesting influences (all the writers I should have read but haven’t yet):
“…Born on July 3, 1883, in Prague, capital of what is now the Czech Republic, writer Franz Kafka grew up in a middle-class Jewish family. After studying law at the University of Prague, he worked in insurance and wrote in the evenings. In 1923, he moved to Berlin to focus on writing, but died of tuberculosis shortly after. His friend Max Brod published most of his work posthumously, such as Amerika and The Castle…”
These are my entry this week to Writer’s Quote Wednesday over at SilverThreading.com hosted by Colleen and by Ron over at RonovanWrites.com
So feel free to pop over, participate and have a read…all are welcome
“Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books…”
“Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.”
“The more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of self-generating cement which glued his facts together, and his emotions as a kind of dark and obscure designer of those facts. Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life.”
Today I am sharing on Writers Quote Wednesday over at SilverThreading.com. It’s in collaboration with RonovanWrites.com where writers share quotes by writers that are inspiratoonal..or not. Anyway, it’s a fun event. All are welcome to join in. I am a little late this week, but here is mine:
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A poet can survive everything but a misprint.
– Oscar Wilde
“If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us.”
Wow! I am still thinking about the meaning of this last one:)
Most of the basic material a writer works with is acquired before the age of fifteen.
– Willa Sibert Cather
(1873 -1947) was an American author who achieved recognition for her novels of frontier life on the Great Plains, including O Pioneers! (1913), The Song of the Lark (1915), and My Ántonia (1918).
I am participating in Writer’s Quote Wednesday over at Silver Threading.com. the above is my quote for this week.
This one had me thinking. I have written many essays which made for decent reading, I hope. Whenever I would read them aloud to family members there would be such laughter. I felt like a stand up comic. In the writing of it though, that was not my intention. I got the feeling that the absurdity of the situations mixed with innate sadness unfelt then, but evident now was at play.
Makes for colorful writing right?
So thinking back, this time line fits. These events all took place before the age of fifteen. Willa Cather had a point. I do remember that around the teen years everthing was a matter of life and breath.
Before that, life was in technicolor, so graphic, everything and everyone was huge and larger than life. Until I grew up and went back home, where of course, everything had shrunk.
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