My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
You cannot break up with yourself. You cannot grow apart from yourselkf. You cannot escape yourself. Even if you have a great deal of insecurities right now, you are going to have to learn to love yourself, because you are not going anywhere.
If you are not doing what you love, you are wasting your time.
Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stressed; working hard for something we love is called passion.
Just don’t give up trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong.
The only way to do great work is to love what you do.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.
The things that we love tell us what we are.
When you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily. One who understands this, understands life.