If your thinking is limited, your life will be limited.
Happiness when sustained too long in print can rightly be construed as sappiness.
She wrote poetry constantly; that was her "work". She was a slow bleeder and she slaved over it for long, exhausting hours, and many a middle of a night I could hear her creaking around the dead house with a pen in one hand, a clipboard and a flashlight in the other, refining her poems, jotting down the lines of a conceit. Writing never came easy for her; it gave her calluses. She never courted the muses, she wrestled them, mauled them all over the house and came up, after weeks of peripatetic labor, with a slim Spencerian sonnet, fourteen lines of imagistic jabberwocky.
I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.
No one will ever make your movie. They will only make their movie.
Happiness, it has been observed, is best achieved by those who have been most unhappy heretofore.
But I'll tell you something else, too. Something I've learned, the hard way. I guess"—Gram laughed a little—"I'm the kind of person who has to learn things the hard way. You've got to hold on. Hold on to people. They can get away from you. It's not always going to be fun, but if you don't—hold on—then you lose them.
The history of any nation is not only a succession of events, but also a chain of ideas.
We hold on so tightly that our hands are unavailable to reach out for the happiness we could gain by letting go.
When you have done your best for a flower, and it fails, you have some reason to be aggrieved.