Famous Quotes Ipsum

Imagination is more powerful than knowledge. weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. any job a man can do to make his way in the world is a decent job as long as he works hard and does his best. god didn't put sweat on a man's body for no reason. he put it there so he could work hard, cleanse himself and feel proud. hard workin' folks only smell bad to some folks who have nothing better to do but stick their noses in the air. if you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. don't be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning ''good morning'' at total strangers. millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon. a man can no more diminish god's glory by refusing to worship him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell. there is something very wonderful in music. words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. it speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words. it's still snowing. and freezing. however, we haven't had an earthquake lately. the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. every man's memory is his private literature. horror is shock, a time of utter blindness. horror lacks every hint of beauty. all we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know..

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. nothing strengthens the judgement and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. for as long as i can remember, i had been transparent to myself, unselfconscious, learning, doing, most of every day. now i was in my own way; i myself was a dark object i could not ignore. i couldn't remember how to forget myself. i didn't want to think about myself, to reckon myself in, to deal with myself every livelong minute on top of everything else - but swerve as i might, i couldn't avoid it. i was a boulder blocking my own path. i was a dog barking between my own ears, a barking dog who wouldn't hush. so this was adolescence..... i would rather be kicked with a foot than be overcome by a loud voice speaking cruel words. ultimately, the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or friendship, is conversation. hell has no fury like women's fury. the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. but surely to tell these tall tales and others like them would be to speed the myth, the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect. and as archie knows, it's not like that. it's never been like that. either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. the heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night. peace begins with a smile. do the thing you fear, and the death of fear is certain. when i dare to be powerful / to use my strength / in the service of my vision / then it becomes / less and less important / whether i am afraid. be brave enough to live life creatively. the creative is the place where no one else has ever been. you have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. you can't get there by bus, only by hard work and risk and by not quite knowing what you're i'll pretend this is real / 'cause this is what i like best all humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual. how pleased can one sun setting make you if you humble yourself to it? how grateful can you really say that you are just to be here and live through it? there is something very wonderful in music. words are wonderful enough; but music is even more wonderful. it speaks not to our thoughts as words do; it speaks straight to our hearts and spirits, to the very core and root of our souls. music soothes us, stirs us up; it puts noble feelings in us; it melts us to tears; we know not how - it is a language by itself, just as perfect, in its way, as speech, as words. we don't see things as they are - we see them as we are. the fact is, i was a trifle beside myself; or rather out of myself, as the french would say: i was conscious that at moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties and, like any other rebel slave, i felt resolved, in my desperation, to go to all lengths. it is possible to live twenty-four hours a day in a state of love. every movement, every glance, every thought, and every word can be infused with love. to live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never; to let the spiritual, unbidden, and unconscious grow up through the common. this is to be my symphony. hope is a dangerous thing. drive a man insane. what is life? it is the flash of a firefly in the night. it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. it is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. for man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, perfectly alive. both my wife and daughter think i'm this gigantic loser and they're right.

We must not, in trying to think about how we can make a big difference, ignore the small daily differences we can make which, over time, add up to big differences that we often cannot foresee. security is mostly a superstition. it does not exist in nature...life is either a daring adventure or nothing. don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you. we turn, not older with years, but newer every day. the act of writing is the act of discovering what you believe. he had a word, too. love, he called it. but i had been used to words for a long time. i knew that that word was like the other, just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn't need a word for that any more than for pride or fear. hell has no fury like women's fury. spending time is inevitable. you're going to spend your time doing something. it might as well be something you want to do. but surely to tell these tall tales and others like them would be to speed the myth, the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect. and as archie knows, it's not like that. it's never been like that. the people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can't find them, make them. wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. history is particularly important in throwing light on the source of our attitudes about sex because many of the assumptions we make are not necessarily scientific or rational but holdovers of past belief systems that are no longer held by modern society. early in the novel that tereza clutched under her arm when she went to visit tomas, anna meets vronsky in curious circumstances: they are at the railway station when someone is run over by a train. at the end of the novel, anna throws herself under a train. this symmetrical composition - the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end - may seem quite 'novelistic' to you, and i am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as 'fictive', 'fabricated', and 'untrue to life' into the word 'novelistic'. because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion. 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 get scared. scared of what we might not be able to do. scared of what people might think if we tried. we let fears stand in the way of our hopes. we say no when we want to say yes. we sit quietly when we want to scream. and we shout with the others when we should keep our mouths shut. why? after all, we do only go around once. there's really no time to be afraid. just do it. the cure for everything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. we can't all, and some of us don't. that's all there is to it. you teach what you have to learn. it is not necessary to have achieved perfection to speak of perfection. it is not necessary to have achieved mastery to speak of mastery. it is not necessary to have achieved the highest level of evolution to speak of the highest level of evolution. seek only to be genuine. strive to be sincere. the flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become. it is beautiful that our lives coincided for so long. are there not chapters in everybody's life that seem to be nothing, and yet affect all the rest of history?.