She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love.
WILLIAM FAULKNERBe scared. You can’t help that. But don’t be afraid.
More William Faulkner Quotes
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I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.
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No battle is ever won … victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
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A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station….
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The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with.
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I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought.
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People need trouble – a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it.
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An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why.
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Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do.
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Don’t bother just to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself.
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Only when the clock stops does time come to life
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The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him.
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The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
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Gratitude is a quality similar to electricity: it must be produced and discharged and used up in order to exist at all.
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The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.
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Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.
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