Famous Quotes Ipsum

Always dream and shoot higher than you know you can do. don't bother just to be better than your contemporaries or your predecessors. try to be better than yourself. i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. spending time is inevitable. you're going to spend your time doing something. it might as well be something you want to do. this is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. do, or do not. there is no "try". everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. it is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it. they are composed like music. guided by his sense of beauty, and individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. anna could have chosen another way to take her life. but the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. it's awfully hard to be b-b-brave when you are only a very small animal. feel the fear and do it anyway. one of the greatest discoveries a man makes, one of his great surprises, is to find he can do what he was afraid he couldn't do. the body of b. franklin, / printer, / like the cover of an old book, / its contents torn out / and / stripped of its lettering and gilding, / lies here / food for worms, / but the work shall not be lost, / for it will, as he believed / appear once more / in a new and more elegant edition / revised and corrected / by the author. i shall not die of a cold. i shall die of having lived. what i couldn't say was that the real reason was so much deeper and harder and that we spend our lives deceiving ourselves of these real reasons, perhaps because when they are clear they are too painful. religion is a daughter of hope and fear, explaining to ignorance the nature of the unknowable. even for me life had its gleams of sunshine. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. but you will,' the queen said, 'if you don't make a memorandum of it.'</p> when christ said: "i was hungry and you fed me," he didn't mean only the hunger for bread and for food; he also meant the hunger to be loved. jesus himself experienced this loneliness. he came amongst his own and his own received him not, and it hurt him then and it has kept on hurting him. the same hunger, the same loneliness, the same having no one to be accepted by and to be loved and wanted by. every human being in that case resembles christ in his loneliness; and that is the hardest part, that's real hunger. a life of self-indulgence, if led with a whole heart, may also bring a certain wisdom. are there not chapters in everybody's life that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of history? i glory in this world of men and women, torn with troubles, yet living on to love and laugh through it all. everybody loves a hero / an image to create / the antithesis of everything / inside ourselves we hate / but you'd better close your eyes / when it's time for them to die / because you'd hate to think the life you'd built upon them was a lie life is a struggle, but there's hope and beauty in the world. even though a lot of our songs are dark, there's oftentimes the strain of 'but we're powerful as individuals and we're loved and we're good and the things we struggle with are the things that teach us the most and help us to grow.' in the end, that's what matters. all sanity is great madness, but the greatest madness of all is to live life the way it is, rather than as it should be. thoreau once said most men lead lives of quiet desperation... don't be resigned to that. live life!.

Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. my first thought about art, as a child, was that the artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and that he does it without destroying something else, a kind of refutation of the conservation of matter. that still seems to me its central magic, its core of joy. we turn, not older with years, but newer every day. a book is a present you can open again and again. and may these characters remain / when all is ruin once again i am a woman committed to / a politics / of transliteration, the methodology / of a mind / stunned at the suddenly / possible shifts of meaning - for which / like amnesiacs / in a ward on fire, we must / find words / or burn you're never fully dressed without a smile. besides, i didn't have anything to fear anymore. maybe all post-suicidals feel that way. it's really great - it gives you a real sense of, not bravery exactly, and not recklessness, quite, but something in between the two. if i'd survived my own best attempts at dying, it probably just wasn't in the cards for me to perish young. let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life. the form of government most suitable to the artist is no government at all. we shall not cease from exploration - and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started - and know the place for the first time. years ago i discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. no man's life is ordinary to himself. life is a struggle, but there's hope and beauty in the world. even though a lot of our songs are dark, there's oftentimes the strain of 'but we're powerful as individuals and we're loved and we're good and the things we struggle with are the things that teach us the most and help us to grow.' in the end, that's what matters. for man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, perfectly alive..

I would rather fix something more important than my hair. hope has two beautiful daughters: their names are anger and courage. anger that things are the way they are. courage to make them the way they should be. security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. curiosity is braver than rage. exploration is a nobler calling than combat. the unknown beckons to us, singing its siren song and making our hearts pound with fear and desire. anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. these qualities are rare enough in a world where sexual performance has become as obligatory as sexual abstinence - or the pretension to it - once was. the worst by-product of the so-called sexual revolution is the substitution of performance for passion. the realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously as well. no one was forcing him into a decision. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. but i always think that the best way to know god is to love many things. we can't all, and some of us don't. that's all there is to it. a bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. if any individual live too much in relations, so that he becomes a stranger to the resources of his own nature, he falls, after awhile, into a distraction, or imbecility, from which he can only be cured by a time of isolation, which gives the renovating fountains time to rise up. i'm at peace with the world. i'm completely serene. i've discovered my purpose in life. i know why i was put here and why everything exists... i am here so everybody can do what i want. once everybody accepts it, they'll be serene too. no man's life is ordinary to himself. the human soul is very much older than the human mind..