Words can carry any burden we wish. All that’s required is agreement and a tradition upon which to build.

It would be good to live in a perpetual state of leave-taking, never to go nor to stay, but to remain suspended in that golden emotion of love and longing; to be missed without being gone; to be loved without satiety. How beautiful one is and how desirable; for in a few moments one will have ceased to exist.

"Nos aferramos a nuestra verdad y queremos imponernos a los demás. Se llama luchar.

Nuestros miedos no resueltos nos molestan, porque nos obligan a poder cambiar nuestra atitud"

To labor in the arts for any reason other than love is prostitution.

Written By Steven Pressfield

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