A criticism is just a really bad way of making a request. So why don’t you just make the request?
Ever read or see something that makes your diaphragm unexpectedly expand? Perhaps that’s what is meant by the expression “it took my breath away.” Some of these quotes by author Ernest Hemingway do that exactly.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
There is no friend as loyal as a book.
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.
After writing a story I was always empty and both sad and happy, as though I had made love.
When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
About morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.
Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.
All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.
In order to write about life first you must live it.
A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it.
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.
Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.
The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
Found yesterday inside my fortune cookie. Honey was sitting right next to me.
By Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master,
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
But the miracle is, when we love someone, we are really loving God. Look and wonder at those you love, for they are the face of God.
from ‘The Preacher’s Wife’