The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.
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Many people lose the small joys in the hope for the big happiness.
Pearl S. BuckTags: contentment
The rich are always afraid.
Pearl S. BuckOne faces the future with one's past.
Pearl S. BuckThere are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream -- whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. BuckInside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.
Pearl S. BuckThe young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible -- and achieve it, generation after generation.
Pearl S. BuckWhen good people in any country cease their vigilance and struggle, then evil men prevail.
Pearl S. BuckTo know how to do something well is to enjoy it.
Pearl S. BuckYou cannot make yourself feel something you do not feel, but you can make yourself do right in spite of your feelings.
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