All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

"I don't profess any religion; I don't think it's possible that there is a God; I have the greatest difficulty in understanding what is meant by the words 'spiritual' or 'spirituality.'

Art never responds to the wish to make it democratic; it is not for everybody; it is only for those who are willing to undergo the effort needed to understand it.

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.

The older you grow, you will understand every falls and gets up are the reason that encourages you to keep going.

No one ever understand Faith, but fate was what she was experiencing now, an inexplicable immersion in the blackest night. It only existed because she believed in it. Miracles could not be explained either but they existed for those who believe in them.

Support is the number one thing when it comes to fighting a mental illness. And the ones who have walked in the same shoes as you are the very best support system. There is no stigma in this group. There is no judging. We aren't here to judge. We are here to understand and to let you know you aren't alone in whatever battle you are facing. And that is why we started this group called You Matter.

SOME PEOPLE COME IN OUR LIVES TO TEACH US LESSONS, SOME OF THEM BECOME OUR BEST FRIENDS, THE ONES WHO STAND NEXT TO US NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, THEY ARE RARE BUT THEY EXISTS. THOSE PEOPLE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR FAMILY. IF YOU ARE LUCKLY ENOUGH TO HAVE THEM IN YOUR LIFE, MAKE SURE YOU KEEP THEM.

life is like the weather, unpredictable, with chances of rain, and sunny days interrupted by thunderstorms and blizzards. But even with the uncontrollable weather, a person has choices. You can grab an umbrella, wear thick socks and snow boots, put on a hat or jacket, or lather up with sunscreen. Now some people don't consider their choices and make bad ones. Those people will stand outside in a snowstorm without a coat and blame their being cold on the weather.

It's like something so lovely can't just be lovely. It also has to be harsh and corroding, It's a complexity I didn't understand.

FATHER MEANS THE PILLARS THAT STANDS FIRM IN EVERY STORM WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING LIKE A SHIELD TO FACE EVERY CRISIS THAT COMES UPON YOUR FAMILY ALONE.

THOSE RELATIONSHIPS SURVIVE WHO HAVE LESS MISUNDERSTANDING AND MORE FAITH.

Dealing with the death of loved one is always difficult. No matter how much we know of death, of the process of Life, no amount of preparation to accept death is sufficient. When death comes calling in our circle, we are always caught struggling to cope. Immersing yourself in celebrating the Life of the one you lose is one better way of coping. In celebration, there is an uplifting energy. It helps you to look back at each moment you can recall with the person you lost and relive them. Or support causes they supported. Through these acts you heal yourself, you train your mind to let go and move on. It is a slow process, but it works. Important, don't try to fight your sadness. It is futile. Sadness is a natural response. Feeling sad is integral to the process of dealing with a loss. Instead understand your sadness, go its root, understand its futility...and then pluck it and discard it...

I'm not going to sit here and tell you I was totally innocent of all wrong doings. I most certainly was not. I was a total asshole during this time. I was absolutely losing my fucking mind. I swam in a sea of anger whose waters were far wider than I could have ever imagined, and I sank to depths I didn't know I was capable of reaching. I said the most terrible things. I hated her, and I hated myself even more for hating the one I loved. My whole life became just pissing in the wind. Everything I did backfired on me. My life was at a giant standstill, and I was standing in purgatory. Fuck, even lying in a bush during a rainstorm didn't feel strange. The crazy part was that it was more comfortable than facing the guy in the mirror at home. I came to hate my ex, but I hated myself the most. I was disgusted at who I had become. Who was this fucking broken down drunk

Not everyone gets paid to have an opinion or to say something that makes sense, but people who get paid, would not understand that. They would think everyone is paid to say something.

Spending money on how you look is useless if you don't understand the value in the currency called "Time". Man can have all the money but lack the "Time" to look like his money; therefore man will never appreciate that "Time" is the most valuable currency one can ever posses.

With every step of our lives, we enter into the middle of some story which we are certain to misunderstand. However, everything happens for a reason. Just remember God's plan at times may differ from the one you have for yourself.

"She stands at the hairpin turn on Night Road.

If you want to understand Bliss, do this little exercise. Imagine you are in your favorite place in the world. Or imagine you are with someone you love. Now, imagine peeling off your body and letting your spirit soar freely. Imagine dissolving in that moment. The oneness you feel with the Universe, even if momentarily, is Bliss. If you can recreate this experience in most of your waking hours, you stay blissful. And the only way to do this is to not postpone your Bliss, but to follow it ? by doing what you love doing!

Science teaches us to question, analyze, research, reason and believe. Spirituality teaches us to question, seek, understand, accept and realize. It is never about which one is more superior. Both are based on intuition. No scientific discovery has been possible without an intuitive leap. And spiritual progress is not possible without an intuitive quest. Both disciplines show us the way to learn and evolve in Life.

Monetizing your art, your spiritual talent, is not a sin. It requires a nuanced approach. You must have humility of expression ? recognize that you are just an instrument through which your art flows. And you must have a sharp understanding of commerce and your market/audience. Overthinking either of these aspects or confusion between these two aspects will leave you in a mess ? and very, very unhappy!