Sara Lopez > Sara's Quotes

“I judge you unfortunate because you have never lived through misfortune. You have passed through life without an opponent—no one can ever know what you are capable of, not even you.”
― Seneca, The Stoic Philosophy of Seneca: Essays and Letters

“If you service low-impact activities, therefore, you're taking away time you could be spending on higher-impact activities. It's a zero-sum game.”
― Cal Newport, Deep Work: Rules for Focused Success in a Distracted World

“Determined imagination, thinking from the end, is the beginning of all miracles.”
― Neville Goddard, Awakened Imagination

“Change your conception of yourself and you will automatically change the world in which you live. Do not try to change people; they are only messengers telling you who you are. Revalue yourself and they will confirm the change.”
― Neville Goddard, Your Faith is Your Fortune

“Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it. (on the wall of a bedroom at a recovery house for alcoholics and drug addicts)”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.”
― Anaïs Nin

“And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And I ask myself again: 'What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived? Look,' I say to myself, 'how cold it is becoming all over the world!' And more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation. Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“Vi mi vida extendiendo sus ramas frente a mí como la higuera verde del cuento.

De la punta de cada rama, como si de un grueso higo morado se tratara, pendía un maravilloso futuro, señalado y rutilante. Un higo era un marido y un hogar feliz e hijos y otro higo era un famoso poeta, y otro higo era un brillante profesor, y otro higo era Europa y África y Sudamérica y otro higo era Constantino y Sócrates y Atila y un montón de otros amantes con nombres raros y profesionales poco usuales, y otro higo era una campeona de equipo olímpico de atletismo, y más allá y por encima de aquellos higos había muchos más higos que no podía identificar claramente.

Me vi a mí misma sentada en la bifurcación de ese árbol de higos, muriéndome de hambre sólo porque no podía decidir cuál de los higos escoger. Quería todos y cada uno de ellos, pero elegir uno significaba perder el resto, y, mientras yo estaba allí sentada, incapaz de decidirme, los higos empezaron a arrugarse y a tornarse negros y, uno por uno, cayeron al suelo, a mis pies.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar