Showing posts with label audrey hepburn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label audrey hepburn. Show all posts

14 April 2009



"there's a curious thing about pain or hardship.
in the beginning it's an enemy, it's something that
you don't want to face or think about or deal with.
yet, with time it becomes almost a friend."


words: audrey hepburn
image: julia galdo

...right now




"whatever you love most, you fear you might lose,
you know it can change.
why do you look from left to right when you cross the street?
because you don't want to get run over.
but you still cross the street."

audrey hepburn



21 December 2008


"Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can't take it all in at once."

Audrey Hepburn.




Especially these past few days..... whether you're enjoying the holiday rush..or avoiding it! x c


11 December 2008

From the rooftops

Seated up at a high table in the corner of a café, waiting for the young Olivia, the (star)girl I meet with every week to work with on her writing ((we’re creating a blog writing from the rooftops (see my blog roll) that features her very own writing, thoughts, inspirations and updates from the It Book Stargirl that she’s reading.))

...and during such moments in between I’m, as always, trying to figure it all out; still hoping there’s a way..and perhaps a way will come, for
my personal stargirl said best...


“I was asked to act when I couldn’t act. I was asked to sing Funny Face when I couldn’t sing, and dance with Fred Astaire when I couldn’t dance – and do all kinds of things I wasn’t prepared for. Then I tried like mad to cope with it.”


I’ll take it from Audrey, try like mad to cope with it, and keep my fingers crossed, there must be a way.
xx
c

17 November 2008

on writing..from Breakfast at Tiffany’s

“1956?

That's right.

This is kind of a ratty question, but what have you written lately?

Lately, I've been working on a novel.

Lately, since 1956?

A novel takes a long time. I want it exactly right.

Do you write every day?

Sure.

Today?

Sure.

It's a beautiful typewriter.


Of course. It writes nothing but sensitive, intensely felt, promising prose.

There's no ribbon in it.

There isn't?

No.

Oh...”

from Breakfast at Tiffany’s... this part always makes me smile. Guess I better go write...
bonne nuit/good morning x