Rather than a vanity paycheck it feels better to give something of far more value than entertainment or money. Sometimes gifts can be

Rather than a vanity paycheck it feels better to give something of far more value than entertainment or money. Sometimes gifts can be priceless like that of love which is everything, connection, inspiration, devotion, attention, purpose


Di Lee

Pain is a pesky part of being human, I’ve learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our

Pain is a pesky part of being human, I’ve learned it feels like a stab wound to the heart, something I wish we could all do without, in our lives here. Pain is a sudden hurt that can’t be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.


C. JoyBell C.

I’m simply interested in what is going to happen next. I don’t think I can control my life or my writing. Every other writer I know feels he

I’m simply interested in what is going to happen next. I don’t think I can control my life or my writing. Every other writer I know feels he is steering himself, and I don’t have that feeling. I don’t have that sort of control. I’m simply becoming. I’m startled that I became a writer.


Kurt Vonnegut

You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is

You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.


Laurell K. Hamilton

Critics all have this idea that authors inhabit another dimensional realm, right up to their first smack in the mouth – which feels to them

Critics all have this idea that authors inhabit another dimensional realm, right up to their first smack in the mouth – which feels to them quite miraculous, being their sex-dream come true.


Don Paterson,

The Blind Eye: A Book Of Late Advice