13 December 2010

Oh dear. All the turmoil when it comes to love makes me mad. I'm a passionate, high-spirited little thing and it doesn't happen often but it seems everytime it hits me, it hits me thousand times more than less emotional people.Or maybe this is an explanation:

"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."
Pearl S. Buck

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