Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe that something inside them was superior to circumstance.
The works must be conceived with fire in the soul but executed with clinical coolness.
Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.
Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.
Mankind has actually flourished in warmer temperatures.
'Warm Bodies' ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.
It was the defining event and remains a thousand degrees hot.
It ain't the heat, it's the humility.
Whatever brief delights it provides, mere strangeness in poetry and prose eventually leaves us cold, especially when we suspect the writer is stretching for effect to avoid the actual life before his eyes.
Our live experiences, fixed in aphorisms, stiffen into cold epigrams. Our heart's blood, as we write it, turns to mere dull ink.