Category: wise quotes. Page 4

Like beauty, worry is in the eye of the beholder.

But I was flying after the ghost.

Friendship is difficult, but at the same time, nothing is simpler.

Children come for us where no one else takes risks. It only seems that we are feeding and protecting them. They are the ones who protect us from final despair. They are the ones who bring us back to here

- "I was wrong". These are good words. Remember them.

David held his hand on his girlfriend's belly, filled with love for a man he had never seen, feeling that his life was passing into the power of a non-existent love. His mother often said that every child is a heart transplant. Now he understood what she meant.

The love of a parent for a child is a strange thing. Every other love - for other people - begins somewhere. But we loved this man for an eternity, we loved him even before he was born. No matter how much you prepare, the first moment for all mothers and fathers is always a shock: when a wave of feelings overwhelms you and the ground disappears from under your feet. It is impossible to understand this because there is nothing to compare it with. It's like trying to describe the feeling of sand between your toes or snowflakes on your tongue to someone who has lived in a dark room all their life. The soul turns over.

Gould said something else that was interesting to me on the day of my first two notes: write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open. Your writing begins for yourself, in other words, but then it goes out into the world. When you understand what a thing is and do it right - at least as best you can - it belongs to everyone who wants to read it. Or criticize. If you are very lucky (this is my idea, but I think John Gould would have subscribed to it), there will be more of the former than the latter.

It's not difficult to fight. It's hard to just start and finish. When you have already started, then instinct kicks in. The most difficult thing in any violence is to strike the first blow and, having gained the upper hand, stop in time and not strike the last one.

- When I spilled milk as a child, my father always punished me. It didn't make me any more dexterous. I just started to be afraid to take milk in my hands. Remember this.

It is from reality that the most wonderful fairy tales grow.

Living a life constantly worrying about what others will think is exhausting, don't you think?

An entrepreneur who does not move forward does not stand still, but moves backward.

Let's clear something up right now, okay? There is no Landfill of Ideas, no Central Repository, no Island of Lost Bestsellers. Good story ideas literally come out of nowhere, falling straight out of the blue: two completely separate thoughts mesh together and something new emerges under the sun. Your job is not to look for these ideas, but to recognize them when they appear.