Quote - Rainer Maria Rilke
In the deepest hour of the night,
confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write.
And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots,
the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?
This is one of my favorite quotes.
I am a writer, I write for myself though; first and foremost.
I love feeling words sprout from my fingertips before I can tap it in my conscious mind (as it is in this day and age of the keyboard). Its quite like gardening.
I am not averse to verbal diarrhea myself, if it makes sense on some level :)
Show me a picture of joy
I will show you a picture of a child or of children laughing.
The indescribable swelling of a bird in our being, which struggles to be set free... and so it does... through our smile.
Always smile, for it is the wings of that bird struggling to fly out that causes those tips of your lips to lift..and that joy of release that brings forth an ode of life with your voice... your laugh.
The indescribable swelling of a bird in our being, which struggles to be set free... and so it does... through our smile.
Always smile, for it is the wings of that bird struggling to fly out that causes those tips of your lips to lift..and that joy of release that brings forth an ode of life with your voice... your laugh.
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