If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.
Jules RenardRead
Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.
Interpretation
Writing allows individuals to express themselves freely without interruptions.
This quote by Jules Renard highlights the power of writing as a form of communication that grants the writer the opportunity to convey thoughts and ideas uninterrupted. It emphasizes how writing serves as a unique platform for self-expression and reflection, enabling individuals to articulate their feelings and perspectives in a manner that might not be possible in spoken conversations.
In practice
During a seminar on creative writing, the quote can be used to encourage participants to embrace their unique voices.
If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.
When I think of all the books still left for me to read, I am certain of further happiness.
It doesn't pay to say too much when you are mad enough to choke. For the word that stings the deepest is the word that is never spoke, Let the other fellow wrangle till the storm has blown away, then he'll do a heap of thinking about the things you didn't say.
Literature is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none
I have no religion,β says Borneau, βbut I respect the religion of others. Religion is sacred.β Why this privilege, this immunity?... A believer creates God in his own image; if he is ugly, his God will be morally ugly. Why should moral ugliness be respectable?
If I had my life to live over again, I would ask that not a thing be changed, but that my eyes be opened wider.
Once a month the sky falls on my head, I come to and I see another movie I want to make.
Only the free-wheeling artist-explorer, non-academic, scientist-philosopher, mechanic, economist-poet who has never waited for patron-starting and accrediting of his co-ordinate capabilities holds the prime initiative today.
Ballet technique never becomes easy, it becomes possible
I am installed in a fairylike place. I do not know where to poke my head; everything is superb, and I would like to do everything, so I use up and squander lots of color, for there are trials to be made.
In my low periods, I wondered what was the point of creating art. For whom? Are we animating God? Are we talking to ourselves? And what was the ultimate goal? To have one's work caged in art's great zoos - the Modern, the Met, the Louvre?
For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest part of autobiography.
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