“If you think that happiness means total peace, you will never be happy. Peace comes from the acceptance of the part of you that can never be at peace. It will always be in conflict. If you accept that, everything gets a lot better.”
~Joss Whedon
Category: Quote
“Great Rules of Writing”
Do not put statements in the negative form.
And don’t start sentences with a conjunction.
If you reread your work, you will find on rereading that a
great deal of repetition can be avoided by rereading and editing.
Never use a long word when a diminutive one will do.
Unqualified superlatives are the worst of all.
De-accession euphemisms.
If any word is improper at the end of a sentence, a linking verb is.
Avoid trendy locutions that sound flaky.
Last, but not least, avoid clichés like the plague.
~William Safire
Shadow…
“Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach.”
~J.R.R. Tolkien
“Penny’s Song” by Joss Whedon
“Here’s a story of a girl
who grew up lost and lonely,
thinking love was Fairy Tale
and trouble was made only for me.
Even in the darkness
every color can be found.
And every day of rain
brings water flowing
to things growing in the ground.
Grief replaced with pity
for a city barely coping.
Dreams are easy to achieve
if hope is all I’m hoping to be.
Anytime you’re hurt
there’s one who has it worse around.
And every drop of rain
will keep you growing
seeds you’re sowing in the ground.”
~Joss Whedon
“The Poem as Mask” by Muriel Rukeyser
Orpheus
When I wrote of the women in their dances and
wildness, it was a mask,
on their mountain, gold-hunting, singing, in orgy,
it was a mask; when I wrote of the god,
fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone
down with song,
it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from
myself.
There is no mountain, there is no god, there is memory
of my torn life, myself split open in sleep, the rescued
child
beside me among the doctors, and a word
of rescue from the great eyes.
No more masks! No more mythologies!
Now, for the first time, the god lifts his hand,
the fragments join in me with their own music.
~Muriel Rukeyser
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