It is with noble sentiments that bad literature gets written.
But I am not what I say or what I do or what I remember. I am fundamentally more than that.
She liked being reminded of butterflies. She remembered being six or seven and crying over the fates of the butterflies in her yard after learning that they lived for only a few days. Her mother had comforted her and told her not to be sad for the butterflies, that just because their lives were short didn't mean they were tragic. Watching them flying in the warm sun among the daisies in their garden, her mother had said to her, see, they have a beautiful life. Alice liked remembering that.
Be creative, be useful, be practical, be generous and finish big
And I have no control over which yesterdays I keep and which ones get deleted. This disease will not be bargained withMy yesterdays are disappearing, and my tomorrows are uncertain, so what do I live for? I live for each day. I live in the moment. Some tomorrow soon, I'll forget that I stood before you and gave this speech. But just because I'll forget it some tomorrow doesn't mean that I didn't live every second of it today. I will forget today, but that doesn't mean that today doesn't matter.
Don't aim for perfect. Aim for complete. Perfection is an unattainable illusion.
Everything she did and love, everything she was, required language.
Say you are doing a portrait and the face is perfectly done, but the rest of it is done in brushstrokes. That is sort of like what might happen in the films.
To be honest. . . here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude. . .
Writing is not, alas, like riding a bicycle: it does not get easier with practice.
Connect with supportive people who empower you. The more you jump into your life, the further away from Ed you can get. Don't have a backup plan for living. Live today. [. . . ] Trust in God. Believe in yourself. Get friends and family members to stand behind you. That's the only backup you'll need.