Its Only Words.

Sunday inspiration via Tumblr (my Tumblr site is here):

Belonging is the innate human desire to be part of something larger than us. Because this yearning is so primal, we often try to acquire it by fitting in and by seeking approval, which are not only hollow substitutes for belonging, but often barriers to it. Because true belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world, our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance. — Brené Brown, Daring Greatly.

(Source: We Heart It)

We have an obligation to use the language. To push ourselves: to find out what words mean and how to deploy them, to communicate clearly, to say what we mean. We must not to attempt to freeze language, or to pretend it is a dead thing that must be revered, but we should use it as a living thing, that flows, that borrows words, that allows meanings and pronunciations to change with time. — Neil Gaiman, Why Our Future Depends on Libraries, Reading and Daydreaming (I also think this applies to British Sign Language (BSL) and that communicating clearly is not just about speech but about listening).

(Source: We Heart It)

You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love.

(Source: Darwin Geek)

I deal with writer’s block by lowering my expectations. I think the trouble starts when you sit down to write and imagine that you will achieve something magical and magnificent—and when you don’t, panic sets in. The solution is never to sit down and imagine that you will achieve something magical and magnificent. I write a little bit, almost every day, and if it results in two or three or (on a good day) four good paragraphs, I consider myself a lucky man. Never try to be the hare. All hail the tortoise. — Malcolm Gladwell.

(Source: The Beauty of Words)

Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully. – Norton Juster.

(Source: 365 Days of Hand-Lettering)

I think people misunderstand, sometimes, the difference between “empathy” and “sympathy”, and this is getting us in trouble. Sympathy is closer to pity. Empathy, which is essential for being human, means that you can imagine yourself in some else’s situation, good or bad. And feeling *real* empathy, even empathy with “the enemy”, with the bottom of the barrel of humanity, with the suicide bombers, with the child molesters, with the Hitlers and the Osamas, is necessary. If you, as a human being, can’t stop and try to imagine what sort of pain and agony and darkness must have descended upon these people to twist them up so badly, you have no roadmap to untwist the circumstances under which they were created. … There can be no limit to empathy. … If you can’t go the final mile, you’re not there yet. – Amanda Palmer.

(Source: The Beauty of Words)

I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit. – Dave Grohl.

(Source: Statistical Probability of Anything)

Defend your inner world. Be present. Be in the moment. Engaged. Connected. —  Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet.

(Source: Little Things Studio)

There are only two worlds – your world, which is the real world, and other worlds, the fantasy. Worlds like this are worlds of the human imagination: their reality, or lack of reality, is not important. What is important is that they are there. These worlds provide an alternative. Provide an escape. Provide a threat. Provide a dream, and power; provide refuge, and pain. They give your world meaning. They do not exist; and thus they are all that matters. — Neil Gaiman, The Books of Magic.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Cassie says:

    I love everything about this post. It makes me want to be strange and in a large sweater drinking pomegranate tea.

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    1. Liz Ward says:

      That sounds like fun 😉

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  2. Nora says:

    Loved the Malcolm Gladwell quote, which actually happened to me today and the David Grohl, which also happened to me today. I love words.

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  3. We are all strange and afraid of revealing our true selves. Love your post!

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