Famous Quotes Ipsum

She walks in beauty, like the night / of cloudless climes and starry skies; / and all that's best of dark and bright / meet in her aspect and her eyes: / thus mellow'd to that tender light / which heaven to gaudy day denies tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. 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. interesting that the beliefs of others are labeled mere superstitions, mr. todd. ours we call religion. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas..

All art is quite useless. 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. thou shalt not be a victim. thou shalt not be a perpetrator. above all, thou shalt not be a bystander. writers aren't people exactly. or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. it's like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. who lean backward trying--only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers. truth is in the eye of the beholder. the opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. the robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. the greatest complexity is the greatest simplicity. the more "complex" a system is, the more simple is its design. indeed, it is utterly elegant in its simplicity. the master understands this. that is why a highly evolved being lives in utter simplicity. when you get into a tight place and it seems you can't go on, hold on, for that's just the place and the time that the tide will turn. religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness. how many joys are crushed under foot because people look up at the sky and disregard what is at their feet? it's still snowing. and freezing. however, we haven't had an earthquake lately. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. i preach there are all kinds of truths, your truth and somebody else's. but behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth. 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. i wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. every hour i am more and more concentrated in you; every thing else tastes like chaff in my mouth. art thou pale for weariness / of climbing heaven and gazing on earth / wandering companionless... is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves? i live my life in widening rings. both my wife and daughter think i'm this gigantic loser and they're right.

There is a certain kind of kid who is so in love with words that she kisses the pictures of authors on the jackets of books. i was one. all i ever wanted was to be a writer. though this yearning now seems like aspiring to be a blacksmith in the age of the automobile, my childhood image of what a writer did bestowed superhuman powers on the profession. a writer sat privately at her desk and made public things happen. the power was godlike. the sense of accomplishment had to be the same. making words slant across the page was like making rain. flowers grew in ink. hurricanes and revolutions were stirred up by the sound of pen scratching paper. tomboy. alright, call me a tomboy. tomboys get medals. tomboys win championships. tomboys can fly. oh, and tomboys aren't boys. hell has no fury like women's fury. it is not upon you alone the dark patches fall. keep your face to the sunshine, and you cannot see the shadows. most of the dandelions had changed from suns to moons. ...love is not love / which alters when it alteration finds, / or bends with the remover to remove: / o no! it is an ever-fixed mark / that looks on tempests and is never shaken... live simply, but be complicated. tereza knew what happens during the moment love is born: the woman cannot resist the voice calling forth her terrified soul; the man cannot resist the woman whose soul thus responds to his voice..