Janyre Tromp > Janyre's Quotes

“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.”
― Ray Bradbury

“The job of an artist and writer is to see the things other people miss and introduce the two.”
― Janyre Tromp

“If you’re alive, you’re a creative person. You and I and everyone you know are descended from tens of thousands of years of makers. Decorators, tinkerers, storytellers, dancers, explorers, fiddlers, drummers, builders, growers, problem-solvers, and embellishers—these are our common ancestors. The guardians of high culture will try to convince you that the arts belong only to a chosen few, but they are wrong and they are also annoying. We are all the chosen few. We are all makers by design. Even if you grew up watching cartoons in a sugar stupor from dawn to dusk, creativity still lurks within you. Your creativity is way older than you are, way older than any of us. Your very body and your very being are perfectly designed to live in collaboration with inspiration, and inspiration is still trying to find you—the same way it hunted down your ancestors.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear

“Human knowledge is never contained in one person. It grows from the relationships we create between each other and the world, and still it is never complete.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

“People said Ove saw the world in black and white. But she was color. All the color he had.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

“She wonders how often anger manifests itself as sadness, how it's firmly taught to a certain kinds of woman that it is better, more productive, to cry instead of scream.”
― Lynn Steger Strong, Hold Still

“It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.”
― Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise

“But if, sometimes, an unspeakable horror arises from the smallest error, I choose to believe that it’s possible for an equally unimaginable grandeur to grow from the tiniest gesture of love. I choose to believe that it works both ways. That great terror is the result of a thousand small but evil choices, and great good is the outcome of another thousand tiny acts of care.”
― Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise

“What are the words to say to someone who gave you back your life, who believed that you still had a soul, who acknowledged how bad it was to feel? Shouldn't there be another language for this? Different words altogether?”
― Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise

“Kind of boring, by some standards, but happy in a way you appreciate only when you understand the consequences of not being boring.”
― J.D. Vance, Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis

“If my faith were stronger, I would say that I consider the trial a joy. I would say that testing produces perseverance. But if I am honest, I just want this pain to go away. I don’t feel it all the time, mind you. But when I do, I’m not thankful for it. It’s a festering boil in need of lancing. It’s not sorrow. Sorrow to me is a temporary hollowing. But this boil beneath the surface spreads a fever to every part of me. It’s anger. It’s an unforgiveness that I need to deal with, but I don’t know how. Or don’t want to.”
― Jocelyn Green, Between Two Shores

“She thought him a kind and decent man from the moment she met him. But he’s lost everything he had, sacrificed everything he owned, lives outside convention, defies the easy path in favor of the righteous one. He does it wisely and he does it quietly. He has no parents to praise him and no children to admire him. He simply conducts himself hidden in society’s peripheral vision where no one knows to look.”
― Douglas Westerbeke