Shaktima Michele Brien > Shaktima Michele's Quotes

“Do you need an audience to create work, or does not having an audience liberate you and make you a truer artist?”
― Dana Spiotta, Stone Arabia

“The psyche is a self-regulating system whose aim is not perfection but wholeness and equilibrium.”
― Sallie Nichols, Jung and Tarot: An Archetypal Journey

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“Une machine qui ne fonctionne pas, une parole sans mots, une vie sans vitalité. Un cirque sans clown, un triangle à quatre côtés, une religion sans croyance.”
― Annie-Claude Thériault

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero
and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but its own.
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be washed away.
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.”
― Lawrence Ferlinghetti

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

“I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him. This impulse did not end with his death. What ended was the possibility of response.”
― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking