Weltzschmerz Quotes & Sayings

I think that all artists, regardless of degree of talent, are a painful, paradoxical combination of certainty and uncertainty, of arrogance and humility, constantly in need of reassurance, and yet with a stubborn streak of faith in their own validity no matter what. — Madeleine L'Engle

Introducing these people to our friends and family is, in a way, more heedlessly exhibitionistic than posting nude photos or sex tapes of ourselves online; it's like letting everyone watch our uncensored dreams. — Tim Kreider

I often focus more on language than on the conveying of information. — Pat Mora

For her were meant those terrible words of Louis-Philippe, and a night comes when all is over, when so many jaws have closed upon us that we no longer have the strength to stand, and our meat hangs upon our bodies, as though it had been masticated by every mouth. — Henry Miller

A few painful shifts and I was comfortable, in a not-going-to-die-right-now-but-maybe-later sort of way. — Kiersten White

And doesn't a writer do the same thing? Isn't she knitting together scraps of dreams? She hunts down the most vivid details and links them in sequences that will let a reader see, smell, and hear a world that seems complete in itself; she builds a stage set and painstakingly hides all the struts and wires and nail holes, then stands back and hopes whoever might come to see it will believe. — Anthony Doerr

Why do you knock yourself out? Take it easy. — David O. Selznick

To entertain your worries and woes, is to invite the inevitability of defeat - into your life. — Eleesha

Art replaces the light that is lost when the day fades, the moment passes, the evanescent extraordinary makes its quicksilver. Art tries to capture that which we know leaves us, as we move in and out of each other's lives, as we all must eventually leave this earth. Great artists know that shadow, work always against the dying light, but always knowing that the day brings new light and that the ocean which washes away all traces on the sand leaves us a new canvas with each wave. — Elizabeth Alexander

I thought that was my room," she said, gesturing behind him.
"It is."
"And my shower."
He sniffed with irritation. "I have a bathtub."
"And that's a problem?"
"I don't do bathtubs, Miss Burel." His eyebrow lifted. "Unless I have company. — Alexandra Ivy

Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single. — Alice Cary

Judge bucked and Michaels gasped as his dick was squeezed to the point of pain. "Fuck! Austin!" Judge shouted under him, his back muscles flexing hard, his fist clenching the edge of the mattress. It only took a split second of his dick being deliciously hugged by those constricting walls to know Judge was coming apart. Coming so hard, so beautifully for him. "Yeah, sweetheart." Michaels pushed hard against Judge's prostate, wrenching another strangled yell from him. Judge shook and ground his dick into the mattress, draining the last of his orgasm while Michaels stirred up to began his own. "I'm — A.E. Via

It was very exciting for her, taking his dignity away in the name of love. — Kurt Vonnegut