The professional learns to recognize envy-driven criticism and to take it for what it is: the supreme compliment. The critic hates most that which he would have done himself if he had had the guts. — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance. — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
“The artist and the fundamentalist both confront the same issue, the mystery of their existence as individuals. Each asks the same questions: Who am… — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
The professional arms himself with patience, not only to give the stars time to align in his career, but to keep himself from flaming… — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
The Kabbalah describes angels as bundles of light, meaning intelligence, consciousness. Kabbalists believe that above every blade of grass is an angel crying "Grow!… — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
There is an enemy. There is an intelligent, active, malign force working against us. Step one is to recognize this. This recognition alone is… — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
To labor in the arts for any reason other than love is prostitution. — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
“that of dealing death, of loosing another man’s soul and sending it down to hell. You want to savor it, to twist the blade… — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
“Resistance is experienced as fear; the degree of fear equates to the strength of Resistance. Therefore the more fear we feel about a specific… — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us... Ideas come. Insights accrete. — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
Anything that draws attention to ourselves through pain-free or artificial means is a manifestation of Resistance. — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
The Gnostics believed that exile was the essential condition of man. Do you agree? I do. The artist and the addict both wrestle with… — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And… — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
